it's sunday. had a pretty busy weekend of giving mom hassle. she and dad are pretty sure i am malfunctioning.
i wake up in the morning and i cry. mom says 'you can't cry just because you woke up. that's rediculous behavoir'
i get out of bed with blankie and we go talk to monkey. i cry.
i don't want to eat my breakfast.
mom takes me out to run around.
i have a nap. i wake up and i cry.
mom feed me lunch. i taste it but don't eat much of it. i run around the house screaming.
mom and i go out for more walks. i run around and have fun.
mom feeds me dinner. i taste it but don't eat much of it.
i play and then get ready for bed.
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that was my weekend. dad hung out with us today. he chased me around the cathedral while mom watched. i walked up to some older girl and cuted her. she gave me a balloon. mom was wrong. being cute does get you things you want. i pitched a huge fit when mom took the balloon while i was distracted and let all the air out. life is so unfair. i love balloons and mom never lets me have them.
i think just to spite her if i ever see the evil clown in the drain i will take one of his balloons.