Miss Liberty Melody Barbara Hope Francis
I get to move. Really! I turn my head as I crawl across the floor all by myself. Ms. Mary laughs when she watches me 'cuz she says my bottom looks just the way a real baby's bottom does when a baby is crawling. What does she mean by a "real" baby? I am a "real" baby!
You know what else I do when my switch is turned on? I get to talk. I say lots of things.
I start with "I love you."
Then I sing my favorite song three times: "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are."
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are."
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are."
Then I giggle and give a happy squeal.
And then I say again, "I love you."
"Momma, momma."
"Daddy, daddy."
And then I do three giggles and happy squeals just to make sure people know I'm a happy baby having fun.
And then I start all over again:
"I love you."
"Twinkle, twinkle" -- sing it with me!
Ms. Mary found me in Chinatown in Manhattan when she and her girlfriends were there in October of 2003. She found a bunch of boy babies, too, but they were adopted by some of her friends. I think they didn't stay here because Ms. Mary didn't have a blue and white striped shirt to match their pajamas . . . and she does have a pink and white striped shirt that matches my pajamas. We had our picture taken together in New York.
I'll write more later. I just wanted you to know that I know I am not a menagerie animal, although Ms. Mary says that sometimes children can make wild animals seem tame by comparison. She may be right about the children, but that doesn't bother me. I'm not a "children." I'm a baby.
You're probably wondering how I got so many names. I'll tell you that when I come back.