MY THUMB

it started off innocently enough, with my dad and me at the changing table.

then, while he was taking care of my business, my thumb got unusually close to my mouth.

and before i knew it - oops! - it had slipped right in. so i started sucking on it.

then, as if i had done it many times before, i curled my other fingers around my nose.

i liked this very much and decided right then and there, before my parents' very eyes, that i was grown up.