(from
phenelsteax's journal)
I got a Jeep from Papa and I played with my friend Tiffany and ate ice cream (sorbet, Mommy calls it). I had fun!!
Starting tomorrow, Mommy is putting her and me on a special diet - no goo or cases (uh, that's gluten and casein, sweetie). Yeah, what Mommy said. Maybe it'll help me sleep through the night a little better and stop me from having so many temper tantrums and problems talking good (well, sweetie). But Mommy, if I talk well, what's the problem? (Uh, never mind).
Anyway, I'm not bothered by any of that, but maybe Mommy will be happier if I stop running into the street, punching her in the mouth and pulling her hair when I'm frustrated. I always get put into timeout for that. Ugh.
Bye, folks!