It’s been a while since I’ve updated you all on the neverending adventures of one B.T. Esq., Professional Precocious Toddler. And so, once again, on the off-chance that the trials and triumphs of a toddler are of actual interest to you… well… you shall now be satisfied once again.
(Note: precociosity not necessarily included…)
I now give you to B.T., who shall recount his further adventures himself, in the first person. From time to time, I shall step in to offer my own thoughts and insights in order that you, dear reader, may have the most rounded presentation of the facts as possible.
Let it not be said that the life of B.T. Esq. is not fraught with difficulties, challenges, and danger. A young gentleman explorer’s life is not filled alone with fun and adventure. Nay, but in his ongoing quest to encounter strange and exotic sites never before seen by the likes of man (leastwise, not seen by the likes of man-who-is-a-proper-height-of-just-less-than-three-feet; unlike those ungainly five- and six-footish giants said man may encounter in his travels through exotic lands), there are many pitfalls. These strange lands are filled with many traps and snares: such devilish and conniving things as your own feet getting in front of you, or floorboards that are millimeters different in height, or immense, giantish tables whose tops come down to just the middle of your forehead so that you have to watch yourself lest you risk injuring yourself or, worse, getting a dreaded boo-boo. Let me say, my good people: I have faced all these troubles, and more, exploring these strange lands. Continue reading