Mom and Dad decided I need more "structure", which I am sure is a synonym for repression. Since I'm too short for the military academy, they started with a bedtime "routine", which is a synonym for soulless orthodoxy.
Every day starting at 8 PM, they march me down this weary path:
- Feed me until I slosh.
- Change my diaper and brush my gums.
- Slide me into a sleeping "swaddle" (straitjacket).
- Read a story and sing a song (mental indoctrination).
- Tuck me snugly into my co-sleeper and lie down beside me (physical coercion and intimidation) until I get drowsy.
The Man is cramping my style. A girl just can't be a free spirit (as in wailing banshee) anymore.
No comments:
Post a Comment