The Plan

Today I was sitting comfortably and trying to take a nap, when I heard my mom get excited. Apparently they told her she could "come into the hospital on Friday around 6 AM and get induced. " There it is again, that word. Induced. I finally found what the word means, and basically it means they are going to force me out of here! Well, not if I leave first. I've orchestrated a plan to slyly wait until we get to "The Baby Factory" that they call Northside Hospital.

See, while they go and check into the hospital, I plan on sneaking out. I have heard they have 200 plus rooms at this place, and that means 200+ babies. I can blend in, and then make my move. Once out, I can take advantage of the "MARTA". I hear if I took MARTA, I'd be there by now. So, my plan is to get there. Where? I'm not sure. But, whatever mother and father have in store, I plan on foiling their plans and getting out on my own. Pip pip!! See you on the coast!!