Matters of the Holey Heart

Dear Mama,

I didn’t love yesterday.  You took me to one of those places that have no windows and I had to get naked while some strangers weighed and measured me.  Those scales are cold, if you haven’t noticed.  Please don’t ever put me on one again.  You can obviously tell I’m growing because your arms are starting to get tired when you hold me, I don’t know why you keep needing a number.  Then you put a bunch of sticky wires all over my hot baby bod.  Didn’t like that either, especially when you peeled them off, one by one. Read the rest of this entry »