I love swimming. I always want to go swimming. But my parents haven't taken me to the pool since September despite my daily request. Today like any other day, I asked Mommy to take me swimming, but she said it was time for lunch and gave me a bowl of chicken soup instead. Naturally, I pretended to eat it for a while and poured it out on the tray of my high chair and dove in. Boo-yah! I'm swimming!! For some reason, this did not make my mommy very happy... she says she needs to find me a day care.
So far she's only found one, and it's called Daddy day care, and I like it. I get all the books I can reach out of the bookshelves while daddy plays on the computer. When Daddy gets tired of me asking for my turn by saying "I wanna puush (the buttons on the keyboard)!" and stealing his mouse (meow, I win!) we eat cookies and chocolate for a while, then go outside to the park, both of us in T-shirts and no jacket, even when it's raining or getting dark. This is quite fun as I get to wear at least one article of clothing backwards, or inside out, while socks are mismatching and shoes on wrong foot. After playing a little bit we get thirsty and hungry but Daddy sees no use for the sippy cup and a tub of snack Mommy keeps in the stroller for us. So we take a long walk to McDonald's, eat "bu-gers", drink diet coke, then split the biggest tub of German chocolate ice cream at Coldstone Creamery. I wouldn't mind going to the day care every day. Who wouldn't?
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