This is cool you think. You try to talk but all that comes out is giberish. You crawl over to the notebook and to you dismay even with the upmost focus your muscles in you hand are too underdeveloped to write a thing. Since you don't want anyone else to find it you crawl over to a box and hide the notebook in there. Just in time too because right after you here the door open. You see someone who looks like your mom only much younger. She picks you up and brings you into into a nursery. "Time for your nap." she says as she sets you down in the crib. You then quickly fall asleep.
You wake up wet and confused. Where am I you wonder. Then you remember about the notebook. That was close you think I have to remember about it. Then you feel the wetness in you diaper. I must have peed myself you think. Not sure of what to do you begin to cry. Then you see you mom run in. "What is it sweety?" she says. She picks you up and feels your diaper. She then takes you to a chsnging table. You feel her take off you wet diaper. She then wipes you with baby wipes. Finally with some baby powder and a fresh diaper. You are dry again. She then picks you back up and brings you over to a playpen. For the next 3 hours you sit around bored surrounded by baby toys, along with ocaisional diaper changes. Then your dad comes home and you are fed some babyfood in your highchair. It tastes like crap and you can smell the stake in the kitchen. After your parents eat you are brought back to the nursery and fall back alseep in your crib. The only question is do you still remember about the notebook?