guest blogger: chicken

I wanna write a blog post.
Sure, babe. What do you want to write about?
My clothes.
Mommy?
Mommy?
First I have to stand on the chair
Wait
Mommy
Stop typing
Please may I write?
Mommy?
I have another giant one, Mommy.
Another what?
A poop.

But I wanna write the whole thing, all the way down to the bottom of the
the
the
screen.
MOMMY STOP TYPING.
THAT'S MY JOB.
How about if you tell me what you want to say about your clothes, and I'll write it down, and then if I miss anything you can add it?
Uh... okay.
So.
My clothes.

Uh...
I don't really...
Um...

I think you missed something that I was saying, Mommy.
Read it back. Please.

I read it back to him.

Read it again.
NOW.
I mean please.

I read it again.

Can I write the rest of the letters?
Okay, but I don't want to...
I think...
I just...
want to write
myself.
Please may I type?
Okay, baby. Ready?

look
if you had
one shot
one opportunity
to seize everything you ever wanted
would you capture it
or just let it slip?

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Uh, Chicken?
I'm writing my blog post.
Should we change your poopy diap, babe?
NOT YET I AM STILL WRITING MY LONG BLOG POST

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I put a couple of numbers.
Why are there numbers?
Because I'm writing down how many clothes I have.

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Side note: this is not a savant-like channeling of a coherent thought in the randomness. Kid accidentally pasted something from an in-progress blog post that was still on my clipboard.

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Mommy

What did I write?

Will you tell me what I wrote?

What do you think you wrote?

A very long blog post about my clothes.

What does it say about your clothes?

Oh, I don't know. It's not my job to decide what it says.

Side note: Okay... that was savant-like.