I may have been a little groggy from the loopy drugs they gave Mom, but I'm pretty sure that when Mom and Dad introduced me to all those strange folks, they called me Ben. Now, I'm not so sure. They keep calling me Mr. Baby. I think I prefer the latter, cuz really, who doesn't prefer being called "Mr."
Hee hee. I keep playing this great joke on Mom. First, I cry, pretending I'm hungry. Then, while she feeds me, I pretend to be asleep. When she puts me down, I cry again, and just watch her reaction! Man, it's priceless. I could do this all day! Oh wait, I did. Hee.
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