Yesserday it swowed! (What, Mama? It wasn't yesserday? It was wast month??!? Ok.) It swowed yesserday and Mama took us out to pway in it.
I think I had more fun than Andrew did.
I made a swow tiger. Mama made a swowman. Then she wet us smash it!
She made swow chairs for us to sit on.
And she helped me make a wittle swow swide.
I wike the swow!!!
J
"A boy's story is the best that is ever told." -Charles Dickens
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