Today while we were driving in the car, I was counting... "1, 2, 3, 4, 7." Mommy and William tried to tell me that I meant "5." But I straightened them out. I declared, "Hey! I have an imagination!"
After learning from William's friend Ivy at church this morning that boys are "'gusting" (what does 'gusting mean?), I decided that my room is for girls only. I am sad about Daddy. He is a boy, so he can't come in my room. Neither can Michael or Skippyjon Jones [today's favorite book character]. But William can come in to jump on my bed.
This evening William and I were playing clowns. William called us the "Undies." That's funny, right? We wear silly things on our heads like pillows, pencils, and roses tied with ribbons. We put on funny shows. I might include some of my great [completely random] knock-knock jokes in the show. They always make my family laugh.