Dear Mirror Baby,
I just wanted to tell you how much fun it has been hanging out with you. I mean, I love my mom and the dog but sometimes its like they don’t understand me at all.
You, on the other hand, seem to know exactly how I communicate. In fact, it’s like you are feeling all my emotions right along with me! When I smile, you smile. When I cry, you cry. When I bonk my head, you bonk yours too in sympathy. You understand that sitting is way harder than my parents make it look. It is so nice to feel such support for my feelings.
You like to do all the same things as me. We like to clap, smack the floor and chew on our feet. We can spend minutes happily chewing our toys together without saying a word. And the best part? You never steal my toys. (Unlike the dog….Hazel, I know you steal my toys when I’m napping. Now they are all soggy. Wait, no, that’s how they were before. All good.)
However, if I had one complaint, it is that you never seem to share any toys with me either. You should work on that.
What else do I like about you? There is so much! You are a great listener. You appreciate my witty conversation, no matter what pitch or volume I use or how close to your face I am. And you never monopolize the conversation. In fact, I’m not sure you have ever said anything. That’s a bit weird, but a chatty guy like me appreciates a willing listener, so I’m not complaining.
Plus you are so cute and stylish! I never get tired of looking at you. And your fashion sense? Something about it just appeals to me. We seem to have the same taste in everything. Looking good today, mirror baby, looking good.
And who else would let me smack them on the face repeatedly? Not my mom, that’s for sure. Sometimes she is so boring. Other babies keep moving, but not you. You just smack me back while we both smile.
What can I say? You just get me, mirror baby. We are soul mates.
Wait, hold on. Who is holding you? That looks just like my mom.
Wait, are you and mom hanging out? I don’t think I like this. You just look so cuddly. How long has this been going on???
Don’t you DARE drink my milk. I know how much is in there – I will know if you steal any. Honestly, I don’t know if I’m okay with this. This may be a deal breaker.
Oh, who am I kidding. You know I can’t stay mad at you, mirror baby. Just leave the left milk. That’s my favourite.
Look at us! We just had our first fight. And we made it through closer than ever. Best friends forever.
See you tomorrow buddy.