mom dragged me off to the park today. it was full of people doing all kinds of weird stuff. i didn't want to know, all i wanted to do was watch trains. mom said it was rememberance sunday and that's why we've been wearing poppies all week. blah blah blah. 90years since the end of the first world war. blah blah blah. trains trains trains. finally she just shut up and took me down to see some trains. whoo-hoo.
we also went to boots and i got my very own big boy pocket comb. the baby hairbrush just isn't cutting it any more. i need something to keep my curls under control.
on the way home there was a bunch of old guys and a band marching down the street. mom made us stop and watch. one of the guys waved at me.
dad and i went out for a walk in the afternoon time. he walked me up to his work and then back again. mom staid home and made things for dinner. she said today was mexican night. oh really? all i got was a half assed grilled cheese samich.
i've decided that mr moon is very scary. i saw him watching me to night while i ate my dinner. i crouched down in my chair and started crying until mom closed the blinds. i don't like the look of mr moon. mom told me that mr moon is really good friends with twinkle. i'm not convinced. scary.