I have this little game I like to play with Mommy. I’ll cry and cry until she comes over to pick me up. Then I’ll be librarian-like quiet while she’s holding me. Then if she decides to put me down, so she can catch a little shut eye herself, I start crying AGAIN until she picks me up once more. This can go on for hours. My parents won’t let me watch TV yet so I need to entertain myself somehow, you should see what I do to Daddy.