I love chewing up paper. Although, I've had multiple incidents of choking and Mom and Dad had to fish gobs of paper out of my mouth. I let them do it, though, cuz I really don't like it when the paper sticks in my throat. Dad says "we have to keep paper away from this guy." Mom says "we have to keep EVERYTHING away from this guy!!" Once I get ahold of what I want, it goes straight into my mouth, you know, to taste it out. That's what's so cool about the paper, I can chew it and tear it and do all kinds of things with it, until, of course, I swallow and then it comes out the other end, which makes Mom freak out. They've locked all the paper away now, which is a bummer. But I can reach the lower bookshelf now, so.........
I'm a "creeper" now which sounds cool - If I focus really hard I can manage to somehow launch myself across the living room carpet towards the object of my desire. Mom's friend Megan gave me a walker, and oh boy! let the good times roll! The cats are my favorite targets, I can chase after them, scream, giggle, and bump into the table for hours.
Mom calls me her little monster and I think she likes it. She can't even say no to me without smiling!
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