Sometime in the summer there was an incident where you told me you ate a grasshopper. Your sister insisted that you didn’t. although I don’t really know who to believe, I tell myself that Niki was telling the truth.
It makes me feel better, okay!
Anyway. Since then whenever you are hungry, you walk up to me and say in the cutest little voice:
“The grasshopper is hurting my belly. It’s hungrrrry!”
Since the day you discovered that you could watch stuff on Niki’s iPod, you’ve been asking me to watch “Charlie! Pweeese?” over and over again. Except we’d both get frustrated because the earbuds keep falling out of your ears and I have to keep putting them back in. If I don’t make it in time, you scream at the top of your lungs until I get there. I had to think of something. Quickly.
Then I remembered the headphones I bought a while ago. Now we’re both happy again.