I have developed a new means of communication
for telling my entourage that I am not happy
That I disagree
That I want my own way
That I want to be picked up
That I don't want to walk by myself
or that I want my dummy
Mama tells me I should give it up because- it makes my clothes dirty
- it drives her mad
- it often puts my life in danger cos I choose stupid places to do it
- it drives her mad
- it embarrasses her
- it drives her mad
- people stare at us
- it drives her mad
