We went on a road trip from Arlington, Texas to St. Louis, Missouri on Saturday.
We were on the road too long. I liked that we got to stop at restaurants to eat. I got to drink lots of chocolate milk.
Daniel kept sleeping when I wanted to play with him. I did not like him screaming on the trip.
I went to Aunt Marilyn’s house. I love Aunt Marilyn and Uncle John.
Aunt Marilyn is very nice and I like her. I like her breakfast because it tastes good. We had syrup on waffles made out of cornmeal. I liked them. It was the first time I tried them.
Aunt Marilyn is fun to play with because she’s funny and makes me laugh. She knew my Daddy when he was a baby. She showed me some pictures. When Daddy was a baby, his face looked just like my brother Daniel’s face.
There is a lot of stuff to do at Aunt Marilyn’s house. She took me into the basement to get out the kitchen set to play with. I love to play in the kitchen set. It has cutting food. Don’t worry, it’s just a toy. It has a plastic knife that cuts corn, strawberries, apples, bananas, and onions into halves. They are held together by Velcro until you cut them apart.
There is a bird feeder on the back porch. There were blue jays that came from the trees. They flew over to the feeder and ate. There will little round, brown sparrows, too. They were flying fast around the feeder.
Daniel is silly. He tries to make me laugh. Daniel crawls around everywhere and plays with the kitchen set. He’s not supposed to play with the bookshelf, but he keeps getting in trouble for doing it anyway. He tries to play with the TV remote control. Uncle John says to Daniel, “Are you trying to change the channel on me?”
Uncle John is funny. He doesn’t hear well. Uncle John showed me how to build a fire in the fireplace. He used a poker to move the wood. He put paper in the fire to start it. When it was warm enough the log caught fire. There’s a shovel to move the ashes. He uses pullers (tongs). Daniel played with them. He’s not supposed to so he got in trouble with Uncle John, Aunt Marilyn, and my parents.
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