This is after Mommy started to wash out my mouth... It was a blue marker, so I thought it would taste like blueberries - it didn't. I sucked on it then said, "Yucky, Yucky, Yucky..." Did I learn my lesson? Nope, I did it again the next day. Mommy thinks we are going to take a break from the markers...
I love to help Mommy bring in wood for the fire. I have to get my hat on so my hair doesn't get wet, then I have to have my gloves on because Mommy wears gloves - Mommy thinks it takes a long time to get ready just to bring in a few loads of wood...
Mommy found some playdough at the Dollar Tree, so I got to try it out. It is soooo much fun - Daddy is really good at make playdough stuff - maybe someday I will be as good as he is!
I'm a complex individual. I sometimes cry because I'm hungry or because I'm tired. But I often cry for no apparent reason at all. I'm an enigma, and I pride myself on my inscrutability. I smile a lot, but sometimes it's just gas. I want to be a princess when I grow up. Or maybe an astronaut. Or maybe a cowgirl. I haven't decided. Luckily, my dad's a super-genius, and he can teach me just about anything I want to know. He's awesome. My mom's pretty okay too.