Mommy was getting ready to make us a sandwich, but while she was getting everything ready, I decided to make the sandwiches instead - watermelon sandwich - yum! Mommy didn't really want to eat hers...
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.
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