I Will Not Chase Ezra If He Hits Me
The day began at 8:23. -v-, Ezra and I slept until then.
We woke.
-v- went to work.
Ezra and I play with books and blocks. We ate. We farted. We talked with sounds that I do not believe either of us know the meaning. We both took turns blowing into an old baby bottle to hear the different sound our voice made when we spoke into the old baby bottle. We laughed. He cried. He got fussy for sleep and pacifier. We looked at our belly buttons. He moved his toys through the rooms of the house. I picked them up. We played his alphabet drum. We ate some more. We sweat through the day for it was very hot. We drank water. He want to play some game where he would hit me then run away hoping for me to chase him. I told him he shouldn’t hit people then began to sing the song I Will Not Chase Ezra If He Hits Me. …We both waited for -v- to arrive home. And we both felt the joy of her arrival.
Ezra sleeps. And soon I will too…