about da baby

I'm alone, kina, everyone has left the building but me and sleeping baby.
I snuck up on him a bit ago, it was so quiet I felt compelled to inch up to the boy and watch him.
I wanted to see his chest move and be sure he was breathing.
It's an instinct that Caffo and I have, I think it's also strong because of the setting in wich they were both born, in a house with us in charge.
I crept up and looked, I didn't want to wake him and then have to deal with the boy, I just wanted to see.
Pretty soon I could hear his breathing and knew it was ok.
I turned and began ever so quietly gumshoeing back to my officehole when the mailman came to the porch and the damn dog stared barking.
I yelled as quietly as I could for the mutt to s.t.f.u.
Ran down stairs and thats why I shot my dog with a rubber pistola.