I can walk down the stairs on my own.
I didn't behave good during prayer, but at least I said "Men" (Amen) at the end.
Well, mama always think I am a baby. I don't like her cutting the grapes into pieces. I want hers- the big ones.
I was naughty that I pushed over the fan twice, so I went to the corner myself. But I also tried to get out from it. I am just so good at my secret weapon- fake crying as loud as I can.
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