He paid no attention to me the first day.
Ran away shyly the second day.
Was fascinated by the oval bird I drew for
him the third day.
Painted lots of things on the wall on the fourth day.
Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me. May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.