TODDLING

JULY 6TH 1992

     This year is going to be one of my best years; now I can walk, pronounce some words, lift up and hold something without it dropping. My tall uncle has really been taking great care of me and he doesn’t mind my occasional pooing expeditions. Lol! But that other one is the weirdest of the crop. I think he knows I don’t like him cos whenever he picks me up, I cry as though I’m being kidnapped.
     I heard mom say today that I’ll soon be going to a nursery school and I wonder what it means. She said I could go because I seemed bright. I don’t mind doing what she says but I wouldn’t want anything to keep me away from her, my uncle and this home. I keep having this sour feeling that I may not like the place but I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

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