The Up Side of Down

I've fallen and I can't get up.  That phrase runs through my head countless times per day, but no matter how nicely I ask for assistance, no one around me seems to understand what I'm saying and I can't quite figure it out.  For example, just prior to entering this blog, I was staring at the underside of my bouncy chair of which I purposely, or to be completely honest, uncontrollably fell out.  Baby Einstein's Sign Language DVD was playing in the background, which I have completely memorized by the way, and while it most likely won't have any significant impact on the level of my IQ, it psychologically pleases the 'rents' as they think it will increase my already impressive level of intelligence.  It's similar to the article I read the other morning while sitting in my high chair at the breakfast table that suggests, with credible research mind you, that listening to classical music pre- and post-utero doesn't make babies any smarter.  But I digress.  I was lying there, helplessly, with my head under my bouncy chair, moving my legs and arms.  As much as I told my legs and arms what to do, they seemed to have a mind of their own and did not comply with my orders.  Therefore, my nice little calls for help that apparently were going unnoticed, or were not of top priority on my mom's "to-do" list had to be turned up a notch.  My calls for help turned into screams where make your voice quiver to sound even more pathetic, my bottom lip jutted out and my big blue eyes got all teary.  But the up side of down is that every time you try that trick, it works.  You get swooped off the ground and the boob goes right in your mouth.  If they ever take that boob from me, they've got something else coming.