Cutie Baby

I sit on the couch, reading the newspaper as Cutie played with her toys. Or so I thought.

“Rawr!” I heard a little voice say.

I look up to see cutie on all fours. She’s wearing a yellow baby onesie with a picture of a cartoon lion on the chest. She had tucked her blanket into her pampers and had it coming out of the flap on her onesie like a tail and wore a set of cat ears in her thick, curly hair. She smiled and looked at me with big eyes, then raised one hand in the air like a paw.

“Rawr! I is gonna get you Dada!” she says again, and jumped up onto m. I play fight her with my left hand but hold her tightly with my right so she does not fall off. She grabs my hand and puts it in her mouth, pretending to gnaw on it. “Mmmm tasty!” she says between mouthfuls. She starts crawling over me and pawing at my face, repeating “Rawr” over and over.

“Oh no! A scary baby lion!” I say, faking panic. I keep play wresling with her as she pretends to gnaw on my limbs.