Babies now-a-days have it so good.
Back when I was born, babies were lucky to have a rattle, a scuffed up pair of leather shoes and an old tin cup.
We didn’t have all this highfalutin’ paraphernalia.
No siree, we got by with a few boxes and an imagination.
(Do I sound like a grandma yet?)
Actually, I can’t wait to spoil these sweet peas.
(There. Now I do sound like a grandma.)
Oh, hurry and come.
I long to call you both by name.