The Injustice of Youth

This is My Disgruntled Face

Explain something to me…what makes a “toy”? For example, why are the plastic shapes on my excersaucer toys, yet mommy’s plastic water bottle apparently isn’t? Why is my stuffed dog a toy, but Daisy isn’t? How come pacifiers and teething rings are acceptable to play with and put in my mouth, but wet washrags and mommy’s phone are not? I’m sensing a double-standard here. “No buddy, you drink your own drool off of the bland, flavorless squeaky giraffe and I’ll drink this delicious coffee.” Um…excuse me? Why do I get rubber and you all get coffee? I’ll even take decaf, I don’t mind! I am an artiste! A great writer! I need to be free to play with whatever I want, drink whatever I want, gnaw on whatever I want in order to gain life experience to base my writings on! But whatever. I’m done with all this insensitivity. I mean geez if I can’t have what you have, then don’t eat/drink/or play with it right in front of me! So rude.