This is a piece and mini story made by  GarlicBreadLord Thanks. This is in her Perspective.

Suprisingly, Crazy Dave is so good at what he does. He fed me some delectable baby food for dinner. He even fed me a spoonful of whipped cream for dessert!

He let my play in my birthday cake print playmat. I just played with my bright colored blocks and crawled around and suckling on my white and pink pacifier. Dave gave me a bottle filled with milk, and I drank it all in about 2 minutes.

He told me I was being a "Good baby," and she loved how cute my reed tail and leaf mane looked, and I took it with pride.

She noticed that it was 9 o'clock, and the moon was up, and he decided that I needed to go to bed in my crib.

A battle ensued in my mind, where I would either keep my cool and just follow his orders, or break down and cry and wail. I chose to let him pick me up and lay me in my crib.

He laid me down in my crib, tucked me in, kissed my cheek, and said goodnight.

Today was a good day.