Neon--Part 2

I was a child of the 80's again this weekend. Neon yellow, this time.

Look how bright-eyed and bushy-tailed I am. That's 'cause I slept well.

 

Check out my tongue.

Sometimes I like to lick my white, flower petal-adorned pillow.

Or Mama's burp cloth.

Or my play mat.

Or Mama and Daddy's sheets.

Or Mama's arm.

I like to share the wealth--and slobber. Don't like it? Just remember: it could be spit-up instead.

This is my thinking face. I was pondering the meaning of life. And the sad, sad, state of Mama's dark roots and grey hairs that need to be dyed.

All that thinking wore me out.