real quick

can't write much, michael moore is going to be on larry king. is it worthy to mention i am starting to have preferences of what clothes i wear? mom thought i skipped over that phase, since other kids care earlier. late bloomer i guess. it started simple enough. i liked pants that didn't have buttons, because they are hard for me. no problem. but now i have all kinds of ideas of what to wear. i like to see how far i can push it. i get farther with dad than mom. dad let me wear my chicken costume to school 2 weeks ago. the costume i wore at halloween when i was ONE. so what the feet were on my knees. i'm a chicken, bak bak.

i am a lot of things.

a chicken for a while
jelly fish
shark
spiderman
yesterday i was a kitty
sometimes a queen.

so?

i should keep a list of all the things i am because i am many many things.

did i tell you how obsessed i am with my new bike? i love it and i ride it fast, all the way to california.

sequins bikes and obama

so things are pretty good. i got my costume for my dance recital which is coming up (my dad is apparently not very happy with it. does anyone know what sequins are and what is wrong with them? are they like germs?) i have a top hat and i have been practicing my bows.

also, someone i know gave me a free 2 wheeler bike. i am now into bike riding like you wouldn't believe. we went out and got me some training wheels for the bike, and i can ride it no problem. my bike looks a lot like mom and dad's, which is really cool. "cool" is one of my newest words, by the way. but now, i can ride my own bike and not ride in that back seat thing on mom's bike. i think i am going to try to ride my bike to california. i know it is far, but i will wear my helmet, so i think i can do it.

i did another really really cool thing today. i even got to take the day off from school to do it. i went to see barack obama make a speech and answer questions. i got to do The Wave and yell "yes we can!" and of course i bowed when people clapped, because i know they were there to see me AND obama. it was very very very loud and it lasted a little too long. but i amused myself by saying i had to go potty really bad several times. that way i got to stay moving. and mommy and daddy didn't get too bored (mostly daddy) because they had to take me to the potty. go obama!!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GYikzsK9rMY

there is more to life than mommy and daddy

well let's see! my auntie tiff and unca jason picked me up in their pimped out saturn (marred only by the addition of my carseat), which i remember so well. it was azalea fest--pretty big party here in the port city--and i got to go with auntie & unca. no mommy....no daddy! you know what that means don't you! oh yeah! brig on the cotton candy (YUUUUUUUUM!) bring on the soda(forbidden nectar of the gods i have been trying to get my lips on for so long!-double YUUUUUM!). there was way more fun that i can't even post here because my mom will find out suffice it to say it was fun. they learned that i know how to spell pharmacy (altho i don't understand why it doesn't begin with "f") and that i know a quesadilla is a quesadilla and not a pizza (did they really think they could pull that over on me?) it was awesome. super fun day and nothing to do with the parents. is this how life is? i won't be spending the rest of my life having most of my fu with mommy and daddy? really? hmmmmmm. kind of opens up a whole new world, don't it?

then, as if on cue. here i am, outside, minding my own bizniss (mommy properly supervising me of course) when my next door neighbor came over--she is 6--can you believe it-- 6! and she wanted to come play in my yard with me. and she had her cousin, she was a grown up, she was 10 to splay with us. kids came over, UNINVITED, to MY yard and said "do you want to play football with us?" how cool is that??????? then we all discovered how fun it is to climb on a hammock. that was the real bonding activity, i'd say. by this point, i was wishing mom would go away, since i was playing with big kids. and i noticed she did go in the house more and more to stir the soup or something i really felt like a big kid.

yeah. i had an awesome weekend. and awesome life. friends to hang out with. oh yeah. i'm cool.

a letter to mom and a poem

a poem made up by me, today:

the sun is shining on my head
i hope it doesn't rain again

yeah, just call me shakespeare

dear mom,

please take me to get my hair cut. i know you thought it would be cute to see my hair get long. but there is something you have to realize. clearly, i have daddy's hair. our hair doesn't get long, it gets big. my hair is big. it makes my head look very big. i am starting to look like a q-tip. please. what do i have to do to get you to take me to cut my hair? i don't really need to beg, do i? i spelled bat, b-a-t. doesn't that count for something? please mom.

love,

your son.

variation of a toothbrush theme song

mommies version:

brush brush brush your teeth
get them nice and clean
keep away cavities creeps
so you don't make them scream

donovan's version

brush brush brush your teeth,
keep them nice and clean
make sure no mold grows in your teeth
so you don't get sick in your stomach

it made sense to me

i don't know why mommy felt this was worthy of repeating, it seemed pretty straight forward to me, but, i guess you can judge for yourself.

i was eating this AWESOME lollipop one of my teachers gave me at school when i was picked up by lame old mom.

she was gabbering about lollipops not making me big and strong and full of sugar and she wishes i wouldn't eat it. i wasn't totally listening, of course, because how can you pay attention to "blah blah blah blah cavities" when you are eating a yummy lolly? duh. but something must have creeped in somewhere, because,

i said to lame old mom: my brain is telling me not to lick this lollipop

lame-o mom: but your mouth probably wants you to lick it because it is yummy in your mouth, even tho it is not good for your body

ummm--YEAH---whaddya think? so i said "i don't want to listen to my brain. i want to listen to my mouth. i wish i could take my brain out so i could just keep licking my lollipop"

i don't know why that is funny. i just want to enjoy my freakin' lollipop!