Time passes, and Samuel found himself in a high chair with a small cake on the tray. Two candles had been lit, and he was surrounded by adults singing with silly smiles on their faces. 'Okay, fine,' he thought.
Samuel blew out the candles and obliged his worshipers by squishing the cake beyond recognition. When Grammie came close, he lobbed a big chunk straight at her. 'In your face, Grammie! Heh, heh!'
The Mommy then scooped Samuel up and took him to the master bathroom for a bath. She stripped him naked and hosed him down. After the Mommy dried him off, she introduced him to ‘pull-ups’. He knew what they were, sure. Easy on, easy off. 'Heh, heh.'
The phone rang. The Mommy answered it, leaving Samuel to roam around the bedroom. Now very mobile, Samuel could get up a good head of steam when he wanted.
That was when he saw the bed. 'A tree? In here?' He wondered. Walking around and eyeballing the brown posts and brown leaves, Samuel thought a bit.
Easy on, Easy off. Samuel went to one post, took perfect aim, and watered it with yellow water. He watered it soundly. 'Drink deep, tree. Drink deep!'
The Mommy screamed. Yanking up his ‘pull-ups’, she scolded him.
'Dammit, woman!' He eyed her coldly. 'It needs fertilizer, too!'
I want to express thanks to Pam and Dawn who weekly discover awesome photos and post them for writing prompts. I would love this bed.
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Just who the heck is Samuel?