Terrible Two's

You are two years old with a name that has the initials C.A.T.
Name: Chevrolet Avalanche Tacoma
Nickname: Chevy in adult language, Sh-wee in two year old language
Favorite Food: Gravel
Siblings names/ages: Jayna age. 6
How they treat you: Silent Revenge
Thoughts on toilet training: Why poop in the toilet when you can poop in the big thing they call a bathtub.

Here I am stuck in my crib, I've just started to figure out how to escape it but it's hit or miss. If it were nighttime I'd be scared. Beside my crib, on the wall with the ratty shredded wallpaper are three little holes. At night that's where they come from. The worms I mean. I haven't seen them come out of there, but I just know. If you were my age, you'd understand. Us two year olds just know things; things that others don't. It's okay when you're really really old, you'll realized them again.
Anyways, those worms come out of the three holes at night and they fall into my crib. I don't know why but every time they do, I have to cry. Even though they're actually quite pretty. Being the size of half of my daddy's cigars, its easy to see what they look like. Some are indigo, other a vibrant yellow-green but most are black and they all have glitter showing through their skin. I always stand up, because who wants to lie in a pile of worms. It's not long before my mommy saves me. She always asks what's wrong and if I had that kind of co-ordination I'd roll my eyes at her. I walk through the worms to get to her, still wondering why she's even asking. Then she picks me up and I look down, and they're gone. They must have gone back in the holes.
So here I am, stuck in my crib in the daylight. Although today I've stolen some tape and I've stuck it over the holes good and tight.
No more glittery worms visiting me tonight.