Little Bugs

Everywhere they are little bugs. The mobile on my swing has a bumble bee that smiles down on me as I rock at the dinner table. My play mat has lady bugs and a big musical butterfly who sings whenever I dance a jig. And then there are tiny little mean bugs that make you feel icky inside. Mommy calls them germs. I seem to have them lately because I get very conjested and especially at night I have some trouble getting to sleep. And tonight it seems like my brother has them too. He is hot and tired. Mommy gave him some medicine but he doesn't want to do much besides lay down with his blanky. Tomorrow he will stay home instead of going to school, but Mommy says he can't play with me because he might make me hot, too. I hope he gets better so he can come back and entertain me with his singing again. My latest favorite is the ABC song. Especially that "elhimenopee" part.