Call it a natural talent. Or something I was born with.
I may be still a baby but I would not be fooled. Trust me, I can tell between the real stuff, ….and fake rubbery imitations. So when I indulge in Mama’s goodness, I prefer it from the genuine source. Period.
And I make my preferences known to the world with my whining and crying and moanings. I am even willing to starve myself if deprived from the genuine article.
Hmmm….maybe that’s why I’m causing Mrs D (my babysitter) so many problems. Hee!
Should I learn to give and take a bit? Hmmm.
hahaha..good training for when you grow older and need to suss out the fake jimmy choos from the real ones! *wink*
Caitlynn: hehe…i shall remember to put my super powers to good use..:-D