not afraid

so, Bob the Tomato and Larry the Cucumber came to this bookstore the other day! i thought it was a pretty neat coincidence that they were just passing through the area and very nice of them to hang out and hug kids for an hour. we waited in line for a long time, and a bunch of kids cried and freaked out. i thought maybe Bob or Larry were pinching them or something, but mostly i was more curious than afraid. we got to the front of the line, and mom said to go hug Bob and Larry. they were a lot bigger than i thought, but it was not really scary or anything like that. i took an extra long look at Larry, because he wanted me to give him five, on the side, just like dad. maybe it is a common thing. neither of them pinched me, and i was glad about that. then we got some candy and waited around a while, because mom said dad would be done working soon. she said she was super proud of me for not being afraid. i am not sure why that warranted super proudness, but i will take it!

before long, dad came out of a room in the back of the bookstore, and he was really really sweaty. i guess maybe they were playing catch back there in the back or riding exercise bikes. mom asked him what it was like. dad said it was one of the weirder experiences of his life, seeing all those kids through this weird little dark window, and about 25% of them being completely terrified of him. so i guess maybe he was watching from a room in the back? and that is what the kids were afraid of? i am mostly confused. and mildly suspicious.

long time no write.

mom tells me it has been a month since i blogged last. this is for a couple reasons. first, i am having too much fun to remember to write. second, i depend on mom to remind me to write, and she is falling down on the job, as well as dropping the ball and sitting on her hands. (what?)

they finally bought me that favorite book of mine, Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus. this is a good thing, since the library never had it anymore after that first time. it was the other day, when they left me for a whole day and night with my grandma and pappy and nany. i think maybe they missed me so much that they had to buy me something. i really did not realize they were gone until well into day two, but please do not tell them that. i think they would be sad.

in other news, i am learning manners. did you know that when you burp or fart, you should always say "excuse me"? a week or so ago, i was sitting at the rockhouse on a couch coloring, while dad and a bunch of other people talked about Bible study. it came out pretty quietly and surprised me, and i called out, "I FARTED!" everyone laughed a lot. i know mom thought it was really funny, because her face got red and she looked around a whole lot, i think to make sure other people were laughing. now that i think about it, i forgot to say "excuse me." oh well. i think at least i am on the right track, at least.
step one: identify the problem. step two: insert appropriate manner words.