Paxy
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Uh Oh, Spaghetti Oh’s
Ch. One:
Well here I am, alone in this room with only my thoughts to myself. I wish I could explain how I got here but you wouldn’t believe me. I’m a 25 year old stuck in a crib in a nursery wearing a green stripped shirt and blue jean overall shorts. Oh yeah, and… a diaper.
The truth is I used to help around with the kids at the local orphanage. There are a couple of kids that like to dress me up as their “baby” and I go along with it. I mean, I’d do anything to see them smile and forget about the fact that they don’t have parents anymore. Oh, I forgot to mention I’m not your average size. The term is dwarfism. I’m barely 3 feet tall with short curly red hair and freckles all over. Honestly, I could pass as a little boy dressed like this. And I did.
The director of the orphanage was not necessarily my friend. She liked to run a tight ship and keep things as gloomy as she could. I really don’t think she likes kids all that much. But I digress. Two women came in holding hands and just head over heels for every kid in there. Of course I was dressed as I am now because I was playing “house” with a few of the kids. I’ve seen them before, several times actually. They pointed directly at me. I read their lips, “That’s the one.” I dropped my jaw and was hit upside the head by an incoming dodge ball. It knocked me off my feet and rendered me unconscious. I completely blacked out. When I came to, the director was peering over me in what seemed to be a different room, perhaps her office. I’m assuming this is when the diaper was put on me because I wasn’t wearing one before.
My head hurt terribly. I felt tears in my eyes and heard the director mumbling to me through her teeth. She had this crazed look on her face. Before I knew it I was picked up and handed off to this, from what I could tell, pretty genuine couple. The one woman carried me holding the back of my head. I was still kind of woozy from my head being attacked by a dodge ball. She put me in a car seat, buckled me up, and drove off. I was too out of it to protest and any word I said was gibberish. Suiting for a nearly two year old no?
So this is where I came to, the crib, in a little child’s nursery. To be honest, it looks as though a lot of thought went into this room. There’s what I would imagine the door way out to the right of the crib, a bookshelf stacked with books and a rocking chair on the other side of the door, another doorway which is open. When I look through it, it appears to be filled with toys like some sort of play room. Then a big wall with windows and a changing table. The theme seems to be blue and white stars and teddy bears all over.
I look in the crib and see a blue, fluffy, silky blanket and a brown bear. I decided to name him floppy because he doesn’t sit up very well. I sat up on my knees holding on to the bars peering into what I feared would be my fate. I could tell the couple. I could explain this was all a misunderstanding. But that would destroy them I feared. But I can’t just disappear from the face of the earth and live life as a two year old. Can I? It is very tempting.









