Today I Am Three Years Old

You are three years old. The big ones keep saying that over and over. Then they ask me how old I am. What is wrong with them? They are a ji ant mystery to me like that ji ant bean stok. What is a ant bean and what is a stok? My mom loves to talk about them when she holds a book. I love when mom holds a book. She is happy like on Chrismus morning. I mem rised the pictures. It is a stupid story but mom loves it. I think she likes beans or ji ants.

I don't speak when they say how old are you. They keep saying three. It must be a game. I want to be big like them more than M&Ms. They no things, secret one erfull things. Not my mom though. She cries too much. I don't know why. Is it me? I don't think it is me. She smiles when she holds me up to the mirr. She keeps saying you look just like your mother. I want to sleep in bed with her but she says I have to use a pottee firs. My big brothers (they are boys I am a girl, whatever that means) use the pottee and they have beds. I have a crib. I hate it. If I have to look at that pink lam agin I will chew my pello. I want to use the pottee. What is the hold up?
They think I am stupid. My brothers told me so. They hate me. I hate them. The big one is special to big people. Aunt Vianiva buys him big bags of M&Ms ever day and Coke and pops popcorn. They say he has a good personallamy. That makes him fat. I don't want a personallamy. He sticks pins in dead bugs.

Today mom put me on the potty and I went just fine. What is the big deal. Do I have to do this all my life? I don't think so. Grunny is the hard one becuz of wiping. I can't see back there and I don't believe the big people do this anymore. I just know that when I am not so small I will be free of this stupid stuff. Mom used to put soft nice smelling power on my bottom. Your bottom is what you sit on and grunny comes out. Maybe it will make cents when I grow up bigger.

Aunt Vianiva is talking loud again. She talks the loudest. Mom gets her sad face on when Aunt Vianiva talks loud and fast. I don't know why. One day I will know what all the talk means. I think I don't know because I am little. I am the littlest. I remember when I was smaller. Mom washed me in the kitchen sink. I fit real good. Now I am bigger. When I am big like my brothers I will shoot them like the rifleman does. I don't think they make mom cry, but they don't make her stop. I think I grow up like that bean. It went to the clouds. I have not seen a people that big. But I don't go downtown. Only Aunt Vianiva has a caa, she drives her caa different places every day. She goes downtown.

Today I am three. You are three. I hear it all day. Then they say how old are you. I hope when I grow big I am smarter than all these big people.