My third leg

Did you know I have three legs now? The newest addition doesn't quite match, with its brown hair and runny nose, but there it is, just the same. It follows me around in perfect time with the other two, attached by two stubby arms. Sometimes the leg thinks that it's in charge, and attempts to lead me around the house to do its bidding. But so far it is not strong enough, though I do oblige it at times.

If I go outside to feed the cats or get firewood, I sometimes have to detach it for a few minutes. That makes the leg very unhappy. I can usually hear it from quite a distance away, cussing at me in baby leg language, no doubt.

It does not like for me to be in the kitchen if it wants to be in the living room. And there is no compromising with it, I've found out. It will grab onto my pants and try its best to drag me around. Even if it wants to sit and read on its own, I am not allowed to be more than a few feet away. And if it wants to sit on my lap on the floor, it does not like for you to try to get up. It will refuse to stand on its own and keep quickly climbing back on top of me.

For three days now I have had this strange growth. Any day now I expect it to become more independent like it used to be. And as slighly claustrophobic as it makes me for a few seconds here and there, I will miss it. My sweet little third leg.