Made by Space Age

I told mama today that she didn’t make me, I was made by space age. That’s right, space age. Because that’s where scientists come from, and I am a scientist. I ask people to call me scientist, and sometimes I come home from school with the name “scientist” on my papers. It’s fun and quite an honor to be a scientist. I’m all about science, you know. And I have mama be all about science too. A few weeks ago I told her I was going to turn her into a scientist, so she would be a smart girl. I got “the look” but was nonplussed. She took issue with the becoming-a-smart-girl part. I waved my drum stick around and said now she’s a scientist. Vwa-lah.
On another subject, we are very kissy around here. Kiss owies, kiss hello, kiss goodbye, kiss just for the heck of it, because we love each other. This week I was giving mama a kiss and then said I would give her a “real” kiss. I closed my eyes and turned my head and gave her a long kiss on the lips. Daddy said they were just glad I kept my mouth closed? I don’t know what that means.

Kai turned the big o-n-e this week. We had two parties, one Saturday and one Sunday. Kai got real cupcake, not homemade sugar free carrot and homemade sugar free tasteless real cream cheese frosting like I did. I don’t know whether to be jealous of him or what. It’s the blessing and curse of being a first kid. The blessing is all the free time that mama had to make me special things like that. The curse is that I had to eat crap like sugar free cake.
At any rate, sugar or not, he took a little while to warm up to the cupcake.



Oh yeah!

Hi, its me from the future. I actualy have a youtube channel. Is'nt that cool? well, anyway, its called foxy gamer, those words at the top, and a fox in the middle. go check it out, ok?