Yesterday was a breath of fresh air.  For some reason, my Muse has been getting tired more and more often.  While that was one thing that I noticed, another thing that I noticed was her appearance.  She was flashing brighter than any light that I have ever seen.  While the light didn’t blind me, it hurt my eyes to look at her.  While she was awake, she still wanted to play with me, but this was done in shorter increments.  Play a little bit, take a nap.  Play more.  Another short nap.   This routine continued throughout the day.

While she was playing with me,  she kept telling me how the bright light that emanated from her was tickling her.  so there were a lot of “tee hees” that she said that day.  So much that I’m sick of hearing her say it.  “Tee hee! Tee hee! Tee hee!  Tee hee!  The light tickles!  Tee hee!”  Urrr!  I’m sick of hearing that!

With that, I didn’t have to worry about a night light when I tucked her in last night.  She WAS her own night light.  Exhausted from laughing all day, she fell asleep quickly.

For most of yesterday, I almost lost my mind with her playing with me, like I was her stuffed animal.  She must have pretended that I was ten or more stuffed animals, since she kept changing her mind.  And on top of that, her radiance hurt my eyes!  I don’t want to jinx it, but I don’t know how things could possibly get worse!

Muse:  I’m up!  I’m up!  I’m up!  Tee hee!

Nooooooooo!!!!  I thought a giant girl Muse was pain enough!  NOT a giant toddler Muse!  Please!

Muse:  I’m up so you need to change me, mastuh!

So that’s what that light was about yesterday, huh?  It’s gone now.  Go on.  Put me out of my misery.

Muse:  Mommy just told me to call you daddy.  Change me!  I’m wet!

No.  I will endure being your toy, but I will NOT change you!  That’s where I draw the line!

Muse:  But I’m biggul than you, daddy.  Since I’m biggul, I’m in charge!  Tee hee!

Those rules are unfair, since I can’t grow like you.

Muse:  I’m in charge, daddy.  Mommy said.  Mommy’s biggul than me, so she’s in charge.  Change me or I will cwush you!

Fair enough!  This is not worth dying over.  Come here,  let’s go to the realm…

Muse:  Wait!  I take you ever heor….Change me heor, daddy….

But this is a large city!

Muse:  It’s a toy city!  Change me heor or I will cwush you.  Tee hee!

Here.  Everyone in the city.  Don’t mind me.  I’m just changing my giant baby muse’s diaper….

There’s the new one, now lay down, honey.

Muse: You do it too slow.  I do it fastuh.  Tee hee! Theor.  All changed.  I go lie down now.  Tee hee!

Your bottle is crushing a bunch of buildings!

Muse:  It’s okay, daddy.  This city a toy.  This is toy city.

It is not!  That’s a REAL city, with REAL people being crushed!

Muse:  But I intandible, daddy!

That’s right, you’re just a ghost, so your bottle is too.

Muse:  Change me into othul outfit!

But I just put you in that one!

Muse:  Change into othul outfit or I cwush you.  Tee hee!

But I’m Tangible!

Muse:  I make you Intandible so you get cwushed!  Tee hee!

Here.  How’s this?

Muse:  I like outfit, daddy.  I like it mostest.  But I want my baa baa!

Then go get it!

Muse:  Theor.  You go too slow, daddy.  I go fastul!  I change mind, daddy.  I want you change me into new outfit!

Here goes the giant gloves again.  How’s this?

Muse:  I like even more mostest!  Tee hee!

But we’re not finished!  How about some pants to go with that shirt?

Muse:  I fine with this, daddy!

But you need some pants!

Muse:  I fine with this, daddy!

Come on.  The pants need to go on!

Muse:  I fine with this, daddy!  Time to gwow a lot.  Tee hee!  Wheeeee!

Not this again!  You’re even harder to control at this size!

Muse:  I gwowed a lot, daddy.  I gwow again!  Tee hee!  Wheeeeeeeeee!!!

Remedy:  Here.  You’re going to need an upgrade.

To the giant gloves?  Why?

Remedy:  How else are you going to change her if she’s planet-sized or larger?  As for the plan, I’m still working on it.  Hang in there!

I will!

Muse:  Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  I gwowed all the way into outuh space.  Tee hee!

Time for my space helmet.  *sigh*

Muse:  I wet again, daddy!  Change me again!  I gwow while you do it.  Whee!!!

*sigh* Okay….Here’s the new one.

Muse:  I squirm around!  Tee hee!

Sit still while I change you!  Come on!  There!

Muse:  I keep gwowing.  Tee hee!  Wheeee!!!  I goed again.  Change me again, daddy!

*sigh*  How do Intangible mothers raise these baby Muses?  There’s the new one.

Muse:  I keep gwowing more!  Wheee!!!!

There.  Now stop going!  This is humiliating!

Muse:  I gwow a little more.  Tee hee!

I think you have grown enough!  The entire Milky Way is just beneath your shirt!

Muse:  I tiored, daddy.  Change me into sleepy clothes!

Sleepy clothes?  Here.   Now let’s get you ready for your nap, okay?

Muse:  I hungry!  What daddy taste like?

No!  Don’t eat me!

Muse:  I eat daddy!  Tee hee!

How can she even see me?  Intangible logic, I guess….

Yum!  Daddy was good!  Tee hee!  What Milky Way taste like?  I eat and find out!  Pbbbbttt!  Yuck!  Milky Way no taste like chocolate!

For weathul, it’s going to bee a nice day!  Tee hee.  Good thing about today is I take nicest nap!

To all of you who are big guls like me,  I hope that you have bestest day!

Daddy taste bad!  I spit him out!  I also tiored of being a baby!  I be big gul now!  Tee hee!