Time Up

It is getting a kind of  cramped in here…nine months ago it was okay, I had so much more legroom..I could turn ,twist and somersault. But not now it’s all so confined…

I really would like to stretch my legs….and they are long legs I can see.

Yeah perhaps, I think I could make my move now….So times up buddy I say to myself.

But then wait a moment.
Nobody is ready… What are my two old  gals ....my Naani and Daadi thinking…Hey,ladies wake up I’m coming, what are you waiting for….
Even my Mom is not ready.

What about my bed, my room,I think they call it 'my nursery' ….it is in a tol mess.

And clothes…I’ll not have a stitch to wear.

What do you think I will wear...Leaves and flowers?

Let me think…Hmmmm!....Thats it

So! As I said earlier .I AM the smart one. I am in charge so I plan..I shift position and create an  alarm,albeit a false one, but it causes a furore all the same.

Mission accomplished.

My my, …You should have seen my Dad, He's was almost on runs…'

She is in Labour …The baby is coming'. Wow! It's almost a direct hit on the panic button .



Ha! But this was not to be, the move was mine and I was not ready…At least as yet.
This was my drama, my one act play to make sure that my comforts were in place.

Look at them now; I did not know it could cause such frenzy. Clotheslines are up….cradle,  curtains, pictures all up… just watch them carefully…They are my new family.

I told you I am the smart on…   J