Wow

Oct 25, 2004 19:17

I haven't written in here in a really long time. That's my mommy's fault. She was so busy with coming out and going to school and working and taking care of me that she didn't get to write in my journal. But you know what? She wrote in HER journal and that makes me jealous. Since I'm 3 1/2 now I have those 'higher-level' emotions like jealousy, shame and pride. See, kids only seem to feel and understand the basic ones (like happy, sad, scared, mad) until they're like, two. I take that back. I'm not ashamed of a damn thing. HA! I'm in the rebellious threes darnit, I listen to no one. Except maybe gramma. She's scary. That's 'cause she gets mad faster than mommy does. That and I know mommy feels bad about always yelling at me when she's home because she's NEVER home. Darn that mommy sometimes. When Mommy DOES yell at me gramma tells her she's too hard on me - so HA! Mommy is a confusing person.

Mommy took me to her school a few days ago - I got to meet people she worked with, this dude who's name I can't say talked to me really funny - Mommy says that's because he was speaking in French. Who would have guessed? I saw the guy Travis that mommy hangs out with too, he's got a little girl but I didn't see her anywhere. maybe she was hiding? I like to hide. I hid in the closet and came out wiht grandpa's straw hat and an unbrella. I was trying to be a cowboy. Mommy had a horse for me but I didn't like it. I liked the unbrella better - it opens. It doesn't work if you sit on it though.

Speaking of coming out, Mommy came out - whatever that means. I thikn that means you go to what mommy says is the "UU" church and there's a bunch of people there. Thre were rainbows all over the place - yummy skittles, cakes with rainbows on them, a plate of fruit in all the colors - pretty. I like rainbows. Mommy said, "Anthony, you know how Grandma and Grandpa are married?"

I said "Yep," even though I don't know what she meant. Mommy asked me who was a boy and who was a girl and I said, "Gramma girl, grampa boy." Mommy said I was right.

Then she said, "Well, sometimes girls like girls like grandma likes grandpa. Sometimes boys like boys like grandpa likes gramma."

I said, "Yep." Mommy told me that some people aren't very nice and try to hurt people who are like that. She said that's sad and that everyone should be treated nicely and it doesn't matter who you like. I said yep again. Then I said, "Him like him and that's OK. Them nice." That made people smile and pat me on the head. That made me feel good and it made mommy proud so I said it a few more times.

At school I do OK with the potty thing but at home I do not do well. That's becaue mommy is distracted. She thinks the TV is evil. My mommy's friends came over with their little girl. SHe's pretty. Don't worry Mr. N. and Mrs. K - I'll stay away from your daughter. I have a girlfriend. She's pretty. There's this mean boy at my school. He hits me and I hit him back and we keep getting in trouble. He should go away. I like the other boys thought - they're nice and funny. They're all my mommies at the school because they said they were. I made a really, really, really big house and we had to stand on it because aligatiors were getting us. Miss Tina made us take a nap and I went to sleep for a long time.

Now I'm gonna stay up late. YAY!
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