I love arguing that “I’m not a baby”, not because it bothers me when someone says it, but it’s so nice when somebody proves me wrong because I’m small, sensitive, and accident prone.
It’s like them accepting me when I feel “little” or saying it’s okay for me to want to be taken care of sometimes, and that is such a relief.
I’m always scared I’m a burden or annoying or weird. So when I pout and say, “I’m not a baby.” there’s nothing else that would make my heart flutter more than them saying, “Yes you are, you’re my baby.”





















