When you live in the house with a sweet baby Chompy and everyone goes away for the day…
you might think it would be peaceful and perfect.
But I’m telling you, it’s just quiet and weird.
There’s nobody sitting in the chair dropping their lunch on the floor.
There’s nobody poking this grumpy kitty.
There’s nobody calling me on the phone.
There’s no baby bear sleeping in this just right bed.
There’s nobody sitting in a barrel counting eggs.
There’s nobody doing the shopping…
or bringing home donuts…
or feeding the birds.
The princess is singing all by herself…
and there are no gates to scale…anywhere.
And I’m just sitting here…waiting…
for them all to come back.
Because when you live in a house with a sweet baby Chompy…
it’s just quiet and weird…
and peaceful’s not so perfect.
