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    A ‘Nother A Day

    It’s a ‘nother day.

     

    Here i am again at momma b’s. She’s gone with jodi.

     

    Momma t had a date with some short woman. I don’t know who she was, but looking at her made me hungry.

     

    Someone needs to feed me.

     

    I went next door. Shane wasn’t home. She was at the gym, probably meeting new friends.

     

    Jenny was there along with her assistant. I stayed away from them. They’re two weird.

     

    Max was home, and asked if i’d watch his podcast. I would have if he fed me but he didn’t understand me. Not my problem he doesn’t sign.

     

    He needs to hang out with jodi. Maybe if jodi kept busy i’d see momma bumble b.

     

    It did give me the idea to use the computer.

     

    I tried to order food. Didn’t work.

     

    I tried the phone, too. If you push enough buttons, someone always talks to you. But they don’t come over and feed you.

     

    But i like playing computer.

     

    I changed momma b’s positions in her mutual funds to reflect current market volatility. Sometimes she forgets. It’s my job to secure my inheritance.

     

    Plus i checked on my college fund.

     

    Not that it matters. How am i going to get into college if i can’t get in to preschool?

     

    Stupid school. Full of poo-poo art.

     

    Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten the fingerpaints at my interview. But look at it from my point of view. I’m three. I shouldn’t have an interview.

     

    There are things i should have. A nap. Okay, i could do that.

     

    A diaper change. Not so easy. But this does give me new ideas for finger painting. Poo-poo art indeed.

     

    That’ll teach momma b to leave me alone.    

     

    My name’s angelica and I’m the baby.

     

    The end.

     

    Comments

    1. You are too too funny! I love the line about changing momma b’s positions in her mutual funds to reflect current market volatility. Thanks for your insight into a three year old’s mind. Perfect!

    2. I’m sure Angelica’s finger paint series could be critiqued as far more organic and pungent than anything Jodi produces. At least anything Jodi produces in her studio. I blame Jodi for distracting Bette anyway.

    3. loved this cuz, daymun if im not a mother of 4, and kids take a hella lot of time to raise. so it truly cracks me up the whole time sequence. but thx, and more please.

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