The Inner Thoughts of Baby Tinker.
There, I think I've got the hang of this crawling lark. Let's see, head down watch the limbs.
Yes! Left foot, right hand, then right foot, left hand.
Just think of the possibilities. I won't have to scream if I don't like where I am. Just crawl away to somewhere nice.
Ohhh and what about all those corners of the room I've never been to, or if I see something new, I could just crawl up to it and put it in my mouth. Fantastic!!
I could start with all those cupboards Mum fishes shiny things out of in the kitchen. I wonder what else is in them? I could empty all the stuff out onto the floor then I'd know. Easy, 'cos I can crawl now. Freedom! Brilliant!
I'll do it right now.
Don't need Mum.
Lets see, head down and watch, left foot, right hand, then right foot, left hand.
*Bangs head on kitchen door frame*
A week later......
Look at me! I'm standing. Oops, bit of a wobble there. Concentrate Baby Tinks.
OK, not proper standing, but I have taken one hand away from the play pen. Reckon I'll be able to do it properly with a bit of practice.
Wooaah, nearly lost it then but I'm definitely getting better.
I'll be able to reach the kitchen draws and find more cool stuff to bite.
Yes, I'm hardly wobbling at all now.
Look at me!
Wait a minute.
What's that up there? Haven't seen that before.
*Falls like a sack of shit*