I Knew It All Along

Mom and Dad took me to the hospital again last week. I thought I was going to get more medicine, so I tried my best to be brave.  I asked Dad to draw some pictures of garbage trucks in the waiting room. He draws a pretty good garbage truck. 

Instead of getting medicine, a lady took us into a little room with a bed for Mom. Dad said we were going to watch a special video, so he held me in his lap and showed me where to watch. Then Dad asked me if I was going to have a baby brother or baby sister. "Baby Brother", I said, still hoping there were going to be garbage trucks in the video. 

The lady showed us a picture of what looked to me like a space alien, but Mom and Dad said it was cute. What do you think? 

(space alien)

Then she showed us another picture, and said "Wred was right." 

(don't know why they needed a video when I already knew)

Of course I was right. Why don't they ever listen to me?   Mom asked me what we should name my little brother, and I said "Brown".  We continued watching and after a while I realized there would be no garbage trucks in this video, so I got kind of bored and fidgety. Apparently my baby brother got bored too:

(bored)

Mom and Dad say I have to wait until the 30th of May to find out if he likes garbage trucks.   He'd better, but if he doesn't I'll know he really is a space alien.