Decisions...

Each time Mommy buys me some clothes, she would show it to me first and ask me if I like it. She would know if I like something because I would kick and clap my feet in glee and give her my toothy grin. If I don't like it, I would just shake my head. And she would repeat "No, No?". And if I shake my head again in answer, then it's definitely a "No".

I'm happy that Mommy allows me to decide for small things in my life like choosing what to wear. It means that she trusts me to make small choices for myself. One day, I took the liberty of choosing my bib, just because... I took my bib drawer out and checked each one by one, thinking and choosing until I finally settled for my favorite: the baby pink bib given by my Mommytita.

Eenie, minnie, miny, mo! Which bib should I wear?

There, that settles it! I've decided to wear my favorite bib!

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