This is a picture of my first black eye. A mosquito bit me near the eye yesterday when I was helping Mama paint the fence. Papa said he figured it was over due since I'm always running around like a little Indian and running into
things.
I like to help paint. Mama says she can't wait for me to learn how to use a brush instead of my hands. Now I have my own paint shirt.
Today Uncle Clarke and Mimi ate dinner with us. I wanted to show off so I ate pineapple with my own fork. I like my fork. Last night I slept 12 hours...Mama says that's really showing off and I'm a smart boy.Papa says Mimi was mean to him....why would anyone be mean to my Papa?
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