Day 1
Hello My name is sarah. I go by the name...(da-da-dum), Inspector Sarah and I'm 1 years old. For the last couple of days, I've been on the case of finding my bottle. My headquarters, M.B.B.C (Missing Baby Bottle Club) better known as my playpen. I've got some leads and some witnesses. Mr. Bear, Ms. Dolly and Mr. Clown. The names in this case has been changed to protect the innocent. (Oops!)...I just told you.
Anyway...
Last time I had my bottle, it had juice in it. My favorite kind too. Who could've taken it, I wonder. I'd checked all the usual places where it could be. Under my blanket, in the toy box, even the scariest of all places, under the bed. (Where the boogie man hangs out). Still nothing. So I got worried. I started checking for finger prints. Starting with my high chair. The only thing there, dried-up cereal crumbs from where I was trying to feed myself yesterday. Darn
Day 2
Here I am, still thinking, to myself (while pacing my play pen). I'm gonna need some reinforcements. So I got squeakers, (our family dog) to sniff around. The only thing he could find was a lollipop I lost, a rubber ball, and one of mommies bedroom slippers that he had been chewing on last week. He was no help. So I thought this is getting serious. *da-da-dum*
(Let's see now). What comes after 2? Oh yeah...*clears throat*
Day 3
Still no bottle. I'm running outta time, so I gotta think fast. I had checked everywhere. The stroller, the car seat, even the baby bag (cuz sometimes mommy keeps an extra one in there. But still no luck.) So I started crying. I can't take it any more...*sobbing* I don't wanna drink out of this dog gone training cup. I mean it doesn't even have my favorite characters on it like my bottle did. *still crying*....This is torture...*crying*.
