Reading: The Little Blue Truck. That book is my jam. Sometimes my mom tries to read me other books, like Chicka Chicka Boom Boom or Mr. Brown Can Moo. Occasionally I'll indulge her, but if I don't get to read about that blue truck at least 5 times a day, the world may as well be ending. Beep beep!
Eating: predictable foods in predictable shapes. My mom is driving me crazy with these dinner games she's been playing. The other day she tried to give me what she said was a quesadilla, but it was rolled up and all funny-looking. I heard her and daddy say they were taquitos. Well you know what's NOT the same as a quesadilla? A taquito. You're fooling no one, mom.
Singing: all the songs. Singing is the best; I try to sing as much as possible. My favorite songs to sing are Baa Baa Black Sheep, Skin-a-marinky-dinky-dink, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and the A B Cs. I also like to turn on all my toys that play songs and sing along. It's even better when I turn on multiple singing toys at once, they all make beautiful music together!
Wearing: button-ups, jeans, and sneakers like a boss. Style bloggers, you better watch out because I've got style for days.
Perfecting: the art of the grab-and-run. My parents think they're putting things out of my reach when they put them on top of tables and counter-tops, but newsflash, I'm a growing boy. My favorite things to grab are remote controls, glasses, phones, and anything in a pile (of course I grab the bottom-most thing). Sometimes I like to grab books of the shelf, plunk myself down on the floor, and just read. Even when the light is off. You gotta do what you gotta do.
Okay, gotta run. My mom just turned on Caillou! Peace out, dudes.
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