Welcome to another edition of MiMi Speaks …
Where the baby sets the record straight.
Since I was born, I’ve been sleeping in this sweet little bassinet. It suits me just fine – and there’s still room for two (if one of you is a cat). I like it in here – I feel cozy and warm. I get my mama’s attention by just whimpering because she is RIGHT THERE near by. Great arrangement for a baby.
But now they’re talking about moving me into this big ol’ cold crib soon –
far, far away from my momma.
Some friends of ours said we could have it – they had no more use for it –
apparently they once put their babies in this thing too. Thankfully, their 2 girls survived it.
I mean, it’s ok and all…
when I’m awake.
and that music thing that goes round and round is pretty fascinating …
but really, it all just makes me want to sing:
“When I was just a baby, my mama told me, Son,
Always be a good boy. Don’t ever play with guns …
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry.
Well, if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine.
I bet I’d move it on … a little further down the line.
Far from Folsom Prison, that’s where I want to stay,
And I’d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.”
Although I must admit:
this crib thing is better than where the cat has been sleeping: