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This was Lucian's fourth time farting. Was it the milk? I do not think so. I believe this was natural to a six month old baby.

Giggles erupted from the small larvae of poop factory as his mother, Queen Marianne, changed the linens and leaves that served as the poop catcher. Queen Marianne rubbed her nose against the baby's own and then laughed herself when Lucian cooed at her as if he was conversing with her in that complex detka language.

Lucian's outburst in the early morning woke up the inhabitants of the whole castle. I had to do so many things to get the attention of the maids and even the Queen to get his young bottom cleansed. I heard that menacingly painful and itchy rashes occur due to the irritation caused by manure if the interaction between the skin and waste was prolonged. I cannot have this precious giggly sugar plum be stained with such carelessness of his caregivers.

Since Lucian was still an oblivious nipple nibbler, I can still show myself to him and do minimum actions to support him until he was able to stand alone without me. Once his comprehension develops, I can no longer do anything for him but to watch him. It was a rule that I cannot understand. We were the guardian angels yet we can only guard our charges until the time they start to learn how to ask questions.

If our superiors found out that I was questioning their ways, they may -and possibly will- treat this as an idea of rebellion against our Almighty Father. No one had the right to throw questions at them. Our superiors were the ones leading us while our Father rested.

Was it wrong to feel the need to shield my charge from danger even when the time came when I was no longer allowed to intervene?

Why were such rules created anyway?

And why was this little smoochie melting me with that gummy grin?

I was snapped out of my personal bubble of rising defiance when Lucian started to turn his chubby body to the side. His short arm that resembled the shape of a caterpillar reached out. His blue eyes that were still free from any malice of the world despite the threat of danger of his aunt were wide. His red fleshy lips were ajar as he was trapped in his unknowing concentration in order to gain a successful milestone of his childhood.

I floated above the two and then excitedly  cheered Lucian on. "Go sweet plum gums! You can do it!"

A stone tablet appeared in my hand and  I readied my metallic nail in case he was able to make that sensational turn. My unseen and untouchable form waited above and my smile widened when Lucian dropped down on his stomach. His arms and legs moved in a kicking and punching motion as if he was celebrating his own success. Queen Marianne praised him and  I eagerly engraved this memorable event in the stone with the words:

At the 57th day of the 1097th blue moon, Lucian had successfully turned to his stomach after 11 tries! O treaba buna Lucian! (A good job Lucian!)

Other angels may be questioning why I document every single thing about my charge and in all honesty, I don't know the reason myself. This fartling- Oh he farted again- had me trapped between his gummy confinements. I absolutely adored him that I had to remember and learn every inch of his growth in all aspects.

Just look at that face. Even in his age which barely touched a blue moon, his hair was already thick compared to other babies. A pink flower crown which identifies royalty grew in such utter perfection on his head like a fallen halo. His blue eyes which was the embodiment of the clear sea, shone innocently as he drooled his way to one's heart. There were clearly no monsters yet in those big and pure peepers compared to the real ocean which swarmed by known and unknown predators and preys of the aquatic world. This was innocence in its extremely fragile form.