Sometimes it's hard to talk to Mom and Dad. I want to let them know when I'm uncomfortable, when I'm unhappy, and when I'm in need. Really, I'm not that needy: food, sleep, a dry bottom, a change of position, and sometimes just a hug. I tried special sounds for each of these, but somehow I just couldn't find the right words to tell them how I feel. (Hello! Not my fault, I haven't learned words yet!)
No matter how patient I was with Mom and Dad, they just didn't get it! Then I discovered something magical, something universal, something to help me bridge this communication gap -- crying. Okay, so it's not brilliant conversation. But when I cry, they get moving! And maybe they don't always get it at first, but they do go down my list. Eventually, they figure what I want. (Hint: try food first.) What's even better, the louder I cry, the faster they try! Now that's what I call service.
I admit, this isn't the best way to communicate. It's a lot of work for me (not to mention all that extra air I take in). But it seems to work for them, so I guess I'll make the sacrifice. Or maybe I could train them on hand gestures...
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