Looovely evening
We went to Uncle Peter's for Sushi tonight. And there were three Big Girls. And they thought I was Cute. And they danced with me, gave me lemonade (note to self: good stuff, get more), watched Wiggles with me and admired me. Like being admired. Gave everybody big hugs when we said goodbye. By the way: I wanted to wear my airplane jammies to the party. And mummy wouldn't let me. She says airplane jammies are for sleeping. So? We had a half-hour dispite about it, and Daddy had to intervene. I agreed to normal clothes in exchange for a mandarine, buy only to save face. And then, at the end of the party, mummy pulls out the jammies out of my bag and changes me into them without any effort on my part. Just before we go home? Can anybody understand adults? Catherine
- posted by Izabela @ 7/30/2005 11:16:00 PM