Grady in September

I'm three weeks old. And it shows.

Hello. Yum. Yum. These fingers taste like chicken. Excuse me, but I'm here. ZZZZZZZ-ZZZZZZ. Gurgle, gurgle. Grandpa, stop tickling me. Grandpa! Well, at least the lighting's warmer from this POV. But, I'd still prefer it if you stop TICKLING ME! Wha-ha-ha-HA-HA! Mom's pretty. Even when I'm not with her. Dad thinks he's funny. BUT HE'S NOT! I am cute. I am startled. I am out of focus. This light is not good. Where are those damn grips! This is the guy who caught me when I came out. I look good in blue. Very good. Blue. Blue. Blue. I'm thinking of a number.... YOU GUESSED IT! You are TOO close! That's a good secret! All I want is to be ALONE! I like the shirt. Not so sure about the pants. I'm a punker. Oh, yeah. Grandparents. They're sooooo kooky! But I like 'em. Grandma. Is it: I think, therefore I am? Or is it: I am, therefore I think.