I know today is Tuesday, and I’m a-pposed to write on Mondays. But Mommy said people need to laugh on Tuesdays too so I think I’m going to tell a joke.
What do you call a fake noodle? (You know, the things you eat.)
Hehehe. That’s one of Daddy’s favorite jokes. I don’t really get it but when he laughs I like to laugh too. Mommy says “impasta” is like the real word with an accent. And she says someday I’ll know what that means.
I made a great discovry the other day. I know how to grab my feet (you know, those things on you… they move a lot but they’re part of you and Mommy says they’re called feet). Well I know how to grab them but now I can eat them! Only not really eat them because they stay on me when I’m done trying to eat them. I guess that’s what they’re a-pposed to do because I need them for things.
So when I’m done eating my feet I like to eat my hands and maybe my arms. But if Mommy or Daddy are around I like to eat them too. Daddy always makes funny faces and Mommy doesn’t really do anything anymore. Sometimes she laughs and then it surprises me and I look at her and she laughs more.
Hey look, food! I’m all done writing today.