The Territory

I think that God really knows what He's doing. He's certainly been good at not giving my my own little something. And it's a good thing too. As much as I love little people, having my own would interfere with my lifestyle. And no, I'm not trying to sound like the vixen/fox who couldn't get the grapes. The thing is that being childless lets me savour each grape to the full. And it's possible that having my own little person could make me forget all about the grapes. But I choose the devil I know. I don't want to go where I don't know. And I would be a bad parent because I'd never let go. I cannot even let go of a cat for a weekend break, it doesn't matter if someone comes to feed the cats. The cats know me, I am their mummy, they eat from my hand only. That's only a glimpse into just how territorial I am. So please the next time you look me up and down and wonder in your head, or are rude enough to ask why, now you know why. It's better this way. Sometimes adults confuse me. Sometimes little people confuse me too. But what confuses me the most is the why adults think that little people are going around with half a brain. They don't. Body language, sign language, spoken language, they see it all, and interpret it all. And most times they are right. And sometimes it is also sad that they get to see the wicked side of us adults.....