Let's get real.
Like, this kind of real:
I don't play games.
Unless it's Hide n' Seek, or Babies, or Dollhouse.
I like those.
There's also this other game where Mommy asks if I have something in my mouth. To which I reply,
And, sometimes I do and sometimes I don't, you just never know.
If I do, and, uh, Mommy sees, and uh, it wasn't "Mommy Approved" well, the game takes a turn for the worse.
I quickly realize any effort to talk my way out of it only proves more harmful. I have to bite my lip to keep from further incriminating myself.
And I'm quite shocked to realize my honest attempt to refrain from further degradation still doesn't change Mommy's response.
I tend to harbor a bit of hard feelings.
But I'm quickly on to the next thing, like seeing how wide I can open my eyes while sticking my tongue out.
You've just been served a dose of "Keepin' It Real" by your's truly,