Sure, he's cute from a distance. But the problem is, he's imprinted on me. He thinks I'm his mommy. I open the kitchen curtain and-
He lunges toward the window to get closer.
I tap on the glass to scare him off-
And he pries his head through the hole in the screen-
No birdseed. No peanuts. Not a scrap of anything edible. Yet he won't stop following me around. I swear the kid is not my son.




~~Melissa









