(from the mind of a hungry 2-month-old and written down by his deliriously sleep-deprived mommy in the late summer of 2002.)

I am a baby

therefore I can not chew.

And that’s why boobies

I love you.

You’re warm, soft

and easy to cuddle.

I love to bury my face in your softness

and snuggle.

Boobies, boobies, boobies

you are so pretty.

And my mommy has the bestest

boobies in the city.

Boobies, boobies, boobies

I am so happy there are two.

Because boobies, boobies, boobies. Oh sweet boobies,

Oh comfortable, wonderful boobies, I love you..