Who needs plastic?

Parents! Who needs them, eh?

Here I am, exploring my own extremities and discovering that the bit at the end of my arm ALMOST fits into my mouth. Especially the 2 middle bits are really great. Well, of course Mama has to come and spoil it all and shove a piece of plastic in there instead. All the while grumbling something about how it's easier to take away a dummy than a thumb... Who is she calling a dummy?

I have already shown Mama in no uncertain terms that the plastic thing is ok, but on very rare occasions. I don't think she should over-rely on it, otherwise it will be difficult to weane her off the habit of using it and it will all end in tears!

PS: OK, I do need parents. They are handy for feeds, cuddles, changing nappies and best of all: lots of kisses!