Ketaki Karpe-Kolgaonkar, 4 months old
I am 4 month old, but my mental age is greater than that. I have a secret. I’ve met “adults” who’ve had the same mental age as mine. That’s no secret you say?
I have no toys. My parents get me toys and I give them to my toy-hungry day care friends. If you ask me, I don’t belong in day care with a bunch of “same-age” kids smelling poop all day.
I also want my own room. I don’t want to sleep with my parents snoring by my crib all night. Other times, I would prefer the snoring.
When my parents are busy downstairs, I turn off the “baby monitor”. Whoever came up with that invention…I then lock the door and turn on the TV set. I love television. I keep current with shows like Scrubs, ER, etc. The hospital scene amuses me. The first time I was there, I had loved it. The doctors’ flirting with the nurses was the most fun part of my stay there.
My father has a laptop that I used to type this up. I get to express how trapped I feel in my life. If you’re out there and you’re reading this, help me. HELP ME! I need to be rescued from the constant agony that I face posing as a 4 month old. How can I change my life? I am open to suggestions on how you can improve your life too. Write me.
