As I look at the two of them laying on their tummies on the blanket I've spread on the floor of my apartment, I can't, however much I try, feel any sympathy for them. One of them, I think it's the girl Bethany, is crying its eyes out. Really, wailing to beat the band. Maybe I should check on her? Naw. Whatever's wrong let her suffer a while longer. She deserves it. After all the inconsiderate behavior she and her boyfriend Chris have shown me since they moved into the upstairs apartment, they both need to learn how it feels when your feelings and wishes are ignored.

So go ahead and cry little baby. It's not going to do any good. Not for a while anyways.

They were, until I shrunk them, the rudest, most self absorbed big babies I had ever come across. They did whatever they wanted and got away with it, or felt they had every right to. They made tremendous noise at all hours of the day and night. Just banged around, like a herd of elephants. When they talked, they yelled to each other. Why? I have no idea. All I know is, I could hear every word of every conversation they had. Not that I wanted to hear about there insipid lives, I just had no choice. It was a lot worse when their friends came over. Then two, became four, or six or eight or more. Agggggggggggh.... It was infuriating! Then, there was the bed springs. Do I have to explain about the bed springs? I don't think I do. But every time they played "rabbit in the hole" I was the first to know.

Of course every time I complained, they either ignored me, or threw a tantrum. Of course nothing ever changed. So, now, they're little babies and they don't get to have things their way anymore. Now, Daddy gets to decide what they are allowed and when.

Bethany's crying is getting louder. Dammit! Even as an infant, she can irritate me. Well, I can't stand it any longer I better pick her up and see what's bothering the little sweetheart.

" Ohhhhh...what's the matter wittle babykins huh? Don't you like being a wittle helpless baby? Noooooo... I don't think you do, do you? Well, to bad. UhOh! I think wittle baby Bethany has made a stinky diapee. Hasn't she? Well, Daddy will just have to change you, get you all cleaned up. But, not until you've had the chance to sit in that stinky diapee for awhile."




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