>>509996653 (OP)I’m Haley’s spoiled, squishy baby and I love it!! I got my snacks, my naps, my cuddles—on demand . I’m soft, I’m chubby, and I wiggle when I’m happy . Haley says I’m her chunky little treat, and I believe her
I don’t walk—I waddle dramatically to the fridge like a lil’ prince . If I pout, Haley gives me extra cookies. If I giggle, I get kissed 10 times. And if I say “I’m baby,” guess what? I win.
I’m too spoiled to carry things, too full to move fast, and too loved to ever feel alone. Haley spoils me rotten—and I’ll cry if she stops. (I will cry. Loudly. On the floor. With snack crumbs everywhere.)
So yeah… I’m a fat lil’ baby henny and Haley is my queen and no one else gets to touch my belly or my snacks. Hmph!