
Wednesday
roar deal


Thursday
groan up

Tuesday
these boots are made for walking

Sunday
smiling quince

Tuesday
boys boys boys
Monday
foraging

Saturday
visits
Sunday
slug love

Saturday
home coming

Wednesday
returning home

Thursday
lippy love

Monday
24 hour leave

Tuesday
hello snail
Sunday
my weekend

Q: What would happen if tarantulas were as big as horses?
A: If one bit you, you could ride it to hospital...te!he!
Friday
currant lipstick

Tuesday
(not) eating outside

Monday
camping

Tuesday
shopping

Sunday
red faced
Saturday
pink lipstick

sipping cocktails

Sunday
handage

Saturday
wet weather dens

Friday
raspberry picking

Tuesday
plaits
Today I woke up without any dreadlocks which pleased Mummy lots. This is because I very kindly almost sat still while she put lots of plaits in my hair last night which made my hair curly not knotty in the morning. I really liked the curls but I wouldn't let Mummy plait them again this evening as I didn't want to sit still again. I only sat still yesterday as I persuaded Mummy to paint my finger nails pink. She only painted 2 nails but that was better than no pink nails. This morning Mummy took me to my new nursery school. I did some painting and sticking and gluing and played outside on the trikes and bikes. I think I will really like my new school. They even grow their own snacks. After nursery Mummy decided we would go to Sainsbury's. This is often traumatic for us all as me and my little sister get very bored and tired. Today was different. Mummy decided it would be a good idea if I took my little toy buggy to push that around the shop. Mummy is very cunning as not only did this keep me occupied but it also meant Mummy knew where I was as the buggy makes loud, ratterly noises when I push it. My little sister was very funny. She kept laughing at people then she started shouting. Mummy fed her lots of food to keep her quiet but it didn't really work.
Monday
full of latitude

Wednesday
in my prime

Monday
cruel gruel

Sunday
plucked

Saturday
owch

Friday
blackmail nails

Thursday
chicken itch

I did not have chicken last night and now I have chicken pox. Chickens are confusing me. I see them in fields with feet and feathers then I see them with stuffing and gravy with no feathers or feet. And when I ask what chicken pox is Mummy points to the spots on my body which have no feet, beaks or feathers. I think my sister has spots too. She is turning into my naughty little sister. She screams when we are eating and I don't like it. She then wipes all her food on the table which I do like but Mummy doesn't. Today we did eat the chicken we cooked last night and it was far nicer than the smelly fish. We had it with peas, green beans gravy and lumpy, yucky mash potato. Even my little sister thought it was disgusting and she eats everything. Today George came to play with me. George and I always argue. We can't help it. We like it. I like George, he throws balls very well and jumps very high. We found a black ladybird with red spots, is it true they are bad?
Wednesday
chicken switch

Sunday
i love lidls

Friday
i am not a dog

Thursday
feta bribes

Wednesday
mr manners

Tuesday
loo roll
Monday
first post
I am 3 and my sister is 1 and a bit. My little sister is probably going to be the naughty one but right now it's me who's performs the best strops. You see, I'm learning to talk. I can string sentences together and I now get reactions. I like it. I even said 'God' repetitively at the dinner table but both Mummy and Daddy tried to correct me and kept saying 'gosh'. Next time they say God, I will say 'Gosh' to them. They're lucky I'm not saying 'Jesus Christ', that's what I hear them saying all the time. I'll try that one next...I bet they say, "you mean cheese and rice don't you"? Parents can be so patronising.
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