God knows and I don't what parts go where. So there I am complaining about the miniscule and the larger picture is beyond my concept. I was criping and whining about what I didn't want, rather than what I had. Sheesh! What a whining little kid. Stepping back, I see my childishness and am not amused at my behavior.
Whah! I want this! Whah! I want that!
Seeing now that I should drop the diapers and appear to make an effort to potty train, maybe in decades I'll be off the pot and a bit wiser, smarter, and maybe ... just, maybe
a little more mature.
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