The End is Nigh

Yesterday’s corner time: 18 Minutes.

The end of the world is nigh – Becca has started crawling.

No more privacy. No more personal space. No more clouting her around the head for no good reason. Actually, scratch that last one.

She follows me around, destroying my lego towers, my model farmyard and my train sets. I've renamed her BecZilla. She’s really fast too. So Grandad John is now officially the slowest member of the family.

It probably won’t be long before I even have to share my corner with her. Something needs to be done.

My Parents keep telling me that change is good but they don’t have an answer when I ask, “Why can’t we change Becca then?”

So, to summarize:

• My parents aren’t willing to change her.
• It's unlikely that the stork will return to collect her (and personally, I don’t blame it).
• She was too big to flush down the toilet, even when I tried using a plunger.
• Auctioning her on eBay didn’t work. Well, rather it did work but Social Services and the Police intervened. Something about it being illegal.
• She was too heavy to push out the window.

It looks like she's going to be around for a very long time. Unless, that is, I can convince the Air Force that she poses a threat to national security and our rail networks.

Matthew.

Related Posts: Cops and Bloggers, Coke Addict, Storks, Ketchup