babies who brag are the WORST

I AM BUTTON BABY! HEAR ME ROAR!!

Here are some of the words I whipped out for Tee Tee’s entertainment the other day:

pwincess … giwaffe … cockodile … elphant … hippimus …wabbit … koala … Cinwella … quesadilla — which I say best of all, because I love it best of all

And Tee Tee’s favorite: Humpy Dumpy

Later that day, I spontaneously blurted: “Hi, guys!” “Off we go!” and “See ya!”

No one knew I could say them. But just look at my eyes; I’d been saving them up for a bit, can’t you tell?

I can also say all these colors:

Er, well, really, I just say “orrj” for “orange.”

(Give me a break. I’ve only been on the outside 18 months!)

But I do know all these shapes:

Er, well, actually, that green one’s a real head scratcher.

Tee Tee says, “It’s not polite to brag, Button,” but I don’t know what that means. Yet.

Tee Tee also says she loves me but, apparently, I “freak her out a little bit.”

What’s that, Tee Tee? Oh. She says I need to remember that I still wear THESE:

That’ll keep me “humble,” she says.

Whatever, Tee Tee. I’ll just be over here, counting to 10.