oh, nugget

oh nugget.  you are a person of such strong feelings, especially about rolling around on blankets between mom and dad, popping off little smiles like a baby discovering clever super powers manifest in a world of cherry and rambutan baby food and bouts of horror strapped into a baby car seat.  such bleak loneliness, all that, with no means of judging how long squirm time must stop.  your first brain freeze, a notion of temperance, that too much of a good thing can somehow be bad, i confess i mostly understand that particular paradox in terms of photosytnthesis and cell division.  so many uses for bbrain cells, and the most stark realization ever, that things like ice cream get used up and somehow come to an end.  cry about that one, it never stops.  this six months, an eyeblink in a world of bills and semesters, an eternity for you, in nugget time, measured in smiles and objects chewed.  a tooth.  soon more.   a little friend to me now.