Um...you all know I'm not one to complain...but it has come to my attention that everyone really likes to pick me up. Which is fine, really...it's just that sometimes people pick me up, and then put me on their shoulders, or throw me into the air and then catch me, or place me on wheeled vehicles. Now I'm not a wimpy kind of guy or anything. Cautious, perhaps, but not wimpy. I just would prefer to avoid crashes and collisions until at least age 2, or maybe even age 30 when I finally leave home. But for right now, I prefer to have my bottom and both heels planted firmly on the ground. That is all.
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