I really liked Baby Isabella a lot. But it really started to make me mad when I needed something and Mom would say, "Not right now, Ben. I am feeding Isabella." I mean, really! Whose Mom does she think she is?
I started dropping larger and larger hints. Things like: "Well, if you are going to take care of her before me, then I must not have to obey you anymore!" and "No, I am not going to share any more cups with Isabella. She can get her own cup. I am taking this one back."
I thought maybe if she would give me some special milk, I would feel better. But she reminded me that I am not a baby, but a big boy, and we don't get milk like that anymore. I was just trying to remind her that I am her favorite boy.
When Isabella took a nap, Mom would hold me and read me stories. But it just wasn't the same.
Anyway, apparently Mom listened to me more than I know, because she told me that Baby Isabella wouldn't stay with us everyday anymore now. She said that someday she hopes we get our very own baby to keep and that she hopes I will be ready to share her and Dad then. I will have to think about that for awhile. I did like showing the baby stuff and teaching her how to play with my toys. Maybe it would be nice. Someday. Not today.
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