The Story of the Belly Button

There has been quite a lot of fuss made over my belly button.

Initially, there isn't one. So, what all the fuss was about isn't clear. It's just this black piece of cord that remained attached to me. It's not like it hurt or anything, it was just there.

Then, it fell off. Yup. Fell off. A little blood, a little gore -- but it happened in the doctor's office, and she just sort of shrugged and said "oh, you can now give him a bath!" I didn't know what a bath was at the time but it sounded eevil. (And I was right!) The doctor then asked mommy if she wanted to save the thing that had fallen off -- and after a brief look of confusion, it was chucked in the trash. There was a little blood, but not enough to make you faint or anything. Mostly, it just ruined another new outfit.

What was left was a little black thing. No big deal. It too fell off. This time, it was after a bath and onto mommy's nice jeans. It took her a while to find it though. Now, I have a nice and normal belly button just like everybody else.

I'm still wondering if it will be an innie or an outtie. Eh. It won't matter until I start showing off for the ladies...