Grandpa and Gramma think I'm so cute that they almost forget they've been sitting on crackers, milk and ice cubes for four days. Gramma took a picture of our cars intestines when Grandpa said he felt like the Grandpa in Grapes of Wrath.
I am a darling 3 year old who enjoys the thrill of exploring; moreover, the world is my playground. My Canadian Mommy and American Daddy think I'm the cutest thing since sliced bread (whatever the heck that means); in addition, my extended family of aunts, uncles and cousins like hanging out with me, and my grandparents on both sides circle the wagons with every hug, kiss and snuggle. Read along as I navigate life's swirling waters and laugh with me as I keep the adults on the edge of their seats. Now that I have a baby brother two years younger than me, I've had to assert myself as the oldest child, so you'll be interested in how I've made the leap. Most of all, enjoy my adventures as I take baby steps into the adult world of paradoxes, ironies and puzzles. Maybe we can figure a few things out together.
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