a page from my son's diary

I am six months old today....... i do not know what is the problem with mommy... she has changed my milk... it used to be in a green coloured tin... now the colour is blue.... i don't like the taste but mommy perhaps has a low IQ.... she does not seem to comprehend what i try to communicate...... and look at my aunt... she is such a big joker; all the time making funny faces...... i find them weird... i just can't make myself laugh at her meaningless bizarre acts... and then she says.... he's a very serious child..........

and please someone solve my problem..... all the time my mommy is putting tasteless, disgusting foods in my mouth forcing me to swallow them whether i like or not....... i bet if she ever taste them, she won't even let her cat eat those unsavory, flavorless cereals.................. o God.... when would i be able to eat that yummmmmmmy burgers and ice creams; the ones they advertise on t.v....

by the way... i love my mommy... she is sweet....... she plays with me.... though she spends a lot more time on her studies than with me..... still her hug makes me forget everything......

her love is what overpower every other feeling and life seems toooo beautiful to live...

love

i always had a predefined notion of love shared by the youth of today that is the relation of a guy to a gal.......... and thats all..... it wasn't until my nephew was born that i really understood what love is............... its beyond my old ideas..................... its all about that care and feeling which is in your heart...... khuzaymah my near and dear nephew.... taught me what love is.... today though he is miles away from me.... yet every time i open my desktop, he appears on my screen laughing..... smiling at me....................