You like to cry all the time. You like to cry when we don’t feed you. You like to cry when we try to feed you. Why? Cause you’re a cry baby boba. Cry baby boba. Cry baby boba. All the time. Including last night when we were meeting with our friends.
I only pretend cry. But you cry cry. Anyhow, you’re gonna need to figure that out soon. I won’t always be there to calm you down, unless I win the lottery. Daycare is coming soon. So please, please, be a smile baby boba.
No comments:
Post a Comment