So far my little baby life has been pretty sweet. I have doggies, an NRA membership, I go to Braves games, and my mommy and daddy are super cool. After 8 months of life I've had my first bad day-
It all started this morning when my mommy dropped me off at my school- I wore my swim trunks, my straw cowboy hat, and a swim diaper because it was water day- sounds awesome, right? I thought so too. WELL~ I'm at school, minding my own baby Brewer business, I'm in my swing chewing on my monkey and this little baby named Londynn, (her mommy and daddy can't spell) WALKS over to me, takes my monkey and tells me "stop!". Who does she think she is? That's my monkey- Miss Dimples gave it back- but still.
Well... after that trauma was over the really really bad thing happened. Remember how I said it was water day and I was wearing my swim trunks? Well- my tummy started hurting and I had what grownups call a blow-out. I pooped all over my swim trunks and I didn't get to go play in the water- that mean girl Londynn did- is there not any justice in this world?!?
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