This afternoon, we walked all around Charlettetown, but we couldn't go in the stores because everything was just in my reach. Gramma said that retailers have to find some way to pay the rent. Eventually, we found another park with swings and slides. I had a great time until Gramma zigged when I zagged and I got a mouthful of dirt. Later, we walked along the waterfront and looked at the boats. After that, we weighed our dinner options and came up with a quiet pub. My grandparents each had a drink, so I was wondering: If they push my stroller crooked, do they get a fine for SPI?
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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