My name is Gracie, I am one, and I have some issues I'd like to discuss by Roy

"Now that I am big, I have written an open letter to my Daddy, as there are some things I would like to discuss. And a list.

 

Auteur-natively

Making goo-goo noises, pretending to hide around corners from me, playing peek-a-boo, making me pretend a bar of soap is a tasty treat (only joking, social workers) this is the stuff for kids. I demand to be treated like an adult, have ice-cream for breakfast and stay up late to watch Miss Congeniality (not Miss Congeniality 2 though, that’s pants).

Feel the Gurn

Please stop gurning/singing out of tune appalling, lyrically dubious pop hits of yesteryear. In particular unholy wailing of ‘Union of The Snake’ at high volume/proximity to my delicate personage. It unbalances both my upper scale register and my growing fondness for Chilean Electro. Exposure to even small amounts of your ‘unique’ brand of musical tomfoolery isn’t going to make me any more cute (i.e. lots) than I already am, and will quite likely see me develop a phobia of backcombed hair and oversized shoulder pads - Though in mitigation this may not be a completely bad thing.

Walking

Listen bud, I’ll be walking just when I see fit and no amount of flashing lights, just out of reach toys and food-related bribes will change this. Anyway, when you’re not looking I’m hopping about the place like a gazelle with a toothache. I may likely continue this charade for several years. Dependent on compliance with unreasonable pocket money requests and perhaps the odd pony.

Food

I have an issue with the Sludge-green puree evilness that masquerades as din-dins on principle. I don’t care if you choo-choo train it all the way from elbow central, I still ain’t eating it pal. Stop nicking my breadsticks and don’t be shy with those tasty Rice Krispies - I am a growing baby after all, and you certainly don’t need the extra calories.

'Ave it

I want clubbing, funky house music all night long. I want to be with the beautiful people, I’m thinking Ocean Drive, Ibizan Villa after-parties, Sydney Harbour at dawn. Not Leytonstone high road for a ‘family stroll followed by Nando’s’ - savvy?

Left handed rain dance

Your pitiful attempts at ensuring I’m left-handed are doomed to failure. I will continue to clasp all manner of baby-related items with my right-hands, feet, teeth and elbows until you make me a jelly supper. I may then reveal my ambidextrously fiendish master plan to an invite only audience (i.e. Mummy)

Next time

1. Birthday parties for ten or more one year olds – aren’t they fun?

2. Probably other stuff

Daddy, you have been warned.

Gracie.”



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