Today it was Tilly’s birthday picnic at Wrest Park. Elise, Katie, Jessica, Katie (another Katie), Nanny, Beci, Sebby, all their mums, Eleanor, Elodie, Dominique, Rafael, Lucia, Mummy, me and obviously Tilly went.
On the swings, Katie met the other Katie. “Katie,” she said, to the Katie we met first, the one who’s always coming to things. “Yes?” “Well, Katie, Katie – Katie meet Katie.” “Hi – err – yes – see – I’m Katie – and you are…? Katie?” “Um, yes.” “Katie -” (the other Katie) “-meet Katie.”
Mummy got Tilly a birthday cake from Costco – but she accidentally elbowed it, so half of it…well, the worst part was hers…;)
And anyway, we had celebrations (a lot of sweets and cake) too, and the egg and – oh. I better tell you first, betten I?
Well, I scratched my knee on the gate, then the gravel, then I tried to go back through the gate to get to Mummy, scratched it again in falling over for it hurt so much, scratch my knee on the gravel again – and then I coukdn’t do anything. Like the egg and spoon race, the sack race, the relay race, climbing, basically – everything but walking Sebby in the pram.
As I must say, it isn’t actually Tilly’s birthday yet – it is tomorrow, and tomorrow we’re going camping. I’m waiting till tomorrow to give her my presents.
Tomorrow we’re going camping, that’s Tilly’s real birthday – today was only her party.
Jessica’s House is in my Reach
Yesterday I went to my friend Jessica’s house. She likes watching My Little Ponies, so she watched itand I had to too.
We also made Hallowe’en cupcakes, and they were more than yummy alright – about three-thousand-million-zillion goodnesses added into it and you know what they are? Yumminess!
Also, we looked at Katie’s (Katie is Jessica’s sister) Corn Snake, and Emma’s black cat Squeak.
M – me
J – Jess
M: Oh, a Corn Snake. Ah – is that his shedded skin?
J: Yeah.
M: That’s well cool! Was it always silvery like that?
J: Dunno. Katie thinks that they’re born with their own colour and see-through sheddy stuff and the colour goes through, but none of us know exactly.
M: Okay, interesting. Whadda the pet keepers say?
J: Didn’t ask, but would of. Want to hold him?
M: Cool – er – stroke him – perhaps not…
J: Oh, don’t be scared, he’s nice.
M: Eeek! Slithery!
J: What do you expect him to be like?
M: Eee – not – on my – fa – fac – face – please, please get him off – er – will he bite? Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!