Daddy doesn't like it when I bother him in the mornings when he has his paper. It's not like the night times or the two weeks during summer vacation when mommy goes to Ohio to visit Aunty Deenee. Even with my cute socks on that he likes the best he doesn't look up at me from the stupid paper and I think it's stupid that he spends all the time looking at it and I wish he'd look at me instead. Daddy sits in the big chair (it's HIS chair) and makes a cigarette go without looking. I think that means he's done with the paper and I get excited cause it's Saturday which is a NO SCHOOL DAY, but it… 続きを読む

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