My Lil Critter

My inner snail is now surfacing. With my strong arms and elbows, I drag my body across the bed with, of course, a push from my sturdy knees. Despite the snail pace of my getting-there crawling, my Mama and Papa are enveloped with the sheer elixir of life just seeing me drag my way from point A to point B. I get a kick from all their praising. So, here I am being the best snail I can be.