I wanted to read this book by Barack Obama. Dreams from my Father. My mom said it was too long. So what? I've got plenty of time. But there were no pictures.
The news is so silly. I keep learning people's names and then they disappear. The latest one is Judd Gregg. Then there was Tom Daschle and Bill Richardson. Barack liked them. They were all supposed to get important jobs, and then they didn't. Why should I bother any more? It's too much work when I could be watching or Handy Manny or Little Einsteins or Curious George. The other day George was recycling things that haven't even been used. That makes no sense.
I was sounding out the words in a book tonight and my mom couldn't believe it, especially when I did "often."
"Abby can do anything," my dad said.
"Can I jump up in the air and fly? Don’t think I can do that one," I said.
Parents. Sometimes they just don't get it.