Later, He'll Eat Some Sand

He went to bed and when he woke up the door was open. And he hated it when the door was open. And then he dropped Elephhhh out of his crib and couldn't reach it and it was hot in his room. D thought that, probably, this was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

His mom gave him a banana for breakfast, instead of a bottle. D bet that in Australia, babies get to have morning bottles. Then she left for work. This was turning into a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Dad told him not to climb on the dining room table. But he kind of forgot. And he kind of spilled the cereal on the floor and then he had to wait in the living room until Dad had finished cleaning it up.

It was only 8:30 a.m., and D could already tell, this was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad fucking day.