Mom, I think I need some Motrin. I have a horrible Mibrain.
There is only one problem with my birthday. It's in the wrong month, so I want to move it to a closer month.
When I grow up I'm going to have three jobs: a person who trains cobras to pop out of baskets, a tiger shark trainer, and an ocean diver.
I didn't get in trouble at school toay. Well, only a little.
(To our preacher as she fanned herself with the church bulletin) OH MAN. YOU ARE SUCH A HUNK!
I cried a little bit at school today because someone told me Barack Obama beat John McCain in their race. He must be so fast, and that just isn't even really fair. Maybe John McCain will get to be president anyway and can fire him from the next race.
Fleas really do make cute pets.
Please tell dad to stop waking me up for school. He keeps getting on my nerbs.
(Pinching an inch on her tummy) LOOK AT THESE BROWNIES!
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