I don’t feel like writing tonight, but I’m not depressed or uninspired. In fact, I began two posts today. So, I suppose it’s editing that I’m actually
avoiding. Besides, you’re probably all
getting real sick of me with National Blog Post Month. Therefore, I am instead choosing to post the
Christmas letter I just transcribed for my two year old daughter.
Dear Santa,
I have been a very good girl all year. I learned to go poop, and I sleep in my big
girl bed. It’s right over there. I got a
blow up bed too. I read books that are
special to you. I go to school and I
play with my friends. I been learning
Christmas songs at school and all the puppies love to go see you. I sing “Santa Coming to Town.” I sing Frosty too, yeah. Frosty is a snowman blub blub. Santa bring me a kitty. I will name my kitty Trouble Kitty. I also want another kitty that I gotta name
Charlie. Can I get that Charlie
now? I want a castle and a camera. Isaac is my little brother. Please bring Isaac a choo-choo train. I like Isaac because he loves puppy
books. Isaac drinks bottles. Momma lives in my house and two one eight
nine. Two times. What’s in this box, Momma? Momma, what in
here? There’s nothing in here. I can’t see nothing in here, Momma. Oh no.
Open this. Open! Open! My
favorite movie is Madagascar and my
favorite book is a puzzle book. Puzzle
book, Momma. I like to draw on there and
Dora loves me. I’m sitting in my home
right now. I’m sitting in my home. Hi.
Daddy goes to work. How does this
box open, Momma? This making me crazy! Two, one, one, two. Uhm … uhm … I need to go pee!
OKAY. END OF
TRANSCRIPTION. TO THE POTTY WE MUST GO!!
| Trouble Kitty? Could be. |
LOL at I learned to go poop and the trouble kitty. No way in hell would you get my cats wearing a t-shirt. Still funny though.
ReplyDeleteShe's so cute. That's so not my cat. I'm terribly allergic so my daughter will never have Trouble Kitty.
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