Now that I'm in my early forties*, I realize I have been silent for too long about the systematic abuse from the grownups--a daily humiliation they smilingly call "tummy time." They say, as all tyrants do, that it's for my own good; that I have to build up my neck strength to support my chibi-proportioned head. Yes, I know I have an enormous head. When your face is as adorable as mine you want that masterpiece spread over as large a canvas as possible. The ends of a stronger neck certainly do not justify the means of abandoning me on my belly to flail and wail. Couldn't you provide a tiny chaise lounge so I could be more comfortable?
I propose an alternate neck exercise: I'll nod my head every time I agree with something you say. It hasn't happened yet, but it's only been six weeks.
*Yes I'm going by days. You would too if you could count that high.