My Great-Grandpa is in the hospital so Auntie and Cousin took me over to see him. I like GG, he has soft golf balls he lets me throw around his living room. That, and he usually has a piece of candy he's willing part with.
At the hospital I saw his owie. It was BIG. It was YUCKY. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. I kept pointing to it and telling him that he had an owie. I wondered why someone hadn't given him a big bandage and a kiss. That always makes me feel better.
Then Auntie took me to Taco Bell for lunch. I sang a little song as we drove over. It went something like this:
I like that song a lot. In fact, I sang it on the way home too. Maybe I should record it? I'm certain it would sell millions of copies.
One item at Taco Bell that you need to order is the chips and cheese. I don't know what they put in that cheese stuff, but it's great. I could eat the entire cheesy goodness without chips! That's how good it is.
I'm noticing that every time I do anything, and I do mean anything someone is taking a picture of me. I'm really going to have to do something about the paparazzi before an embarrassing picture of me and Mylie Cyrus ends up on the cover on the National Enquirer.
What would Soldier Mommy say?!