Can you believe it? One year! I'm old enough to poke the dog in the eye, pull myself up to standing, splash in the toilet and eat dog food! Life is good! (And that's my big brother, Alex, holding his DRIVER'S LICENSE!)
Hi. My name is Emerson. My parents are both nuts. There is no telling why Dad liked my name; Mom, at least, named me Emerson for a reason. She named me after her favorite theological poet who cared more about all of Nature itself than any particular religion's view of it. I guess it could have been worse. They could have named me Ralph or, God forbid, Waldo! Well back to the crib before they find out I wrote this.
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