Six months of shitting myself (I really can’t understate how much being an infant sucks) and getting more and more anxious about my inability to tell what’s going on in the outside world I finally hit a temper tantrum/breakthrough. Once again my magic rises, contorts itself, and slams into my poor father’s eyes, giving him the mother of all headaches and me a glimpse into his thoughts and recent memories. This is going to take practice, a lot of practice. Sorry mom and dad, but consider this repayment for the restful nights you’ve been having since I’m not exactly a normal infant.