Today is such a good day. Spring. So warm and nice. Dad leads me by the handle, we walk in the park. There are so many people here. There are the same girls as me, and all probably have their own dad, but that's just my best, most beloved, I just adore him - my dear man, dear dad. He's loved because he loves me very much ... even though I'm sometimes that I do not like myself. We went to the tree and to the bush, they drove the cat back and forth. I so like cat's tails, I can not deny myself the pleasure of pulling them. I also saw one place where there are a lot of birds. Sometimes they get lost in one big pile and chatter with each other, running on the ground. There is a kind grandmother who always feeds them. We've been walking for so long ... .. I'm tired and I want to eat, maybe we'll go home? On the way home, I imagine a delicious gruel with a banana, which my dad always prepares for lunch. He will feed me, and then we will play with him in different games. I love it when my father plays with me on the train, he takes me on his shoulders, and we have fun riding around the house, from room to room. Something that today my dad has little strength, probably, badly ate and our mother did not listen. How it works is "eat-listen". Well, for the sake of my beloved man, I'm ready to try, here I even discover the talents of the poetess. If this is the case, and my dad wants to rest, I guess I'll sleep a little too, otherwise I'll be weary of the walk, the delicious dinner.
I woke up late in the evening. I stand, cry out a little, so that my dear daddy gallops, and then drink hunting. Come on! Where is my compote! I'm standing. There is no one. Well, I'll set it up right now. And only I wanted to be outraged, when the door to my room opened (it used to be the room of Mom and Dad, but times change and now it's mine). Dad came !!! How I love him after all. In the evenings, Dad and I watch different cartoons, I'm certainly big and grown-up, but, imagine, a big man can also watch cartoons for very young girls. But, as they say, parents do not choose, I'll get used to it somehow, because I love it. He's so cute! Oh, my eyes are tired, and then they'll close themselves, it's time for me to sleep seriously. So, and something I forgot. ABOUT! I remembered! I need to take a bath. Mama!!! Mom atones me with a pleasant soap, it smells good, but that's how it smells, I still do not know yet, because it's small, and mom and dad do not admit. Usually after the bath you should have a delicious dinner and a warm bed. Dad will bring me, lay, kiss, and I fall asleep in a flash. Joke! Quickly falling asleep - this is not for me, for starters I will be capricious, as it is appropriate for girls. I will be capricious, and my father will come to me. He will come, and I'll play with him a little. And if he is angry with me for not falling asleep, I should just smile or giggle, and the papal will become silk. Even the last forces are leaving me, but still I will fight with sleep as a hero. I will, I will ... I will ...
Today is not a very good day, because mom and dad scream at each other. It makes me sad, and I really want to scream. Well, brought, now I'm crying. I wonder how many more they will not notice my grief. And why they break up on each other, because everything seems to be fine, we have such a wonderful friendly and strong family. I can not understand them. Is it possible that I, too, when I grow up, also behave this way?
When, at last, they calmed down, Dad came up first and began to ruffle my hair. Honestly, I do not really like it when he does, but if it soothes. Yes, let him do it himself. Then, taking me in his arms, he carries me into the hall and makes something lurking along the road. I can understand everything, little children and all that. But we are little children, not little fools. Putting me on a chair with these nasty straps that hold the movement, he sits down at the table and does his own business. How I do not like this chair and these straps are nasty. Better would let me run. Dad! Dad! Zero attention. Okay, I'll sit quietly, and then now they'll put me back in bed and I'll be all alone, and so, no company. True, she and her mother are so gloomy that it's probably better to be in bed than to look at their sour mines.
A boring day turned out, I tell you. No games, no free space, only a high chair and a cot. I do not like it when my mother and father quarrel. Sometimes, when my mother is very busy, we could lie with the father all day on the big bed. Well, in fact, only he was lying. And I crawled there, here, trying to grab as many toys as possible on the way. I also like to struggle with Papa's hand. Yes, of course, while I have little chances, but it is necessary to show who the future hostess is in the house.
Grandma is coming tonight. Here will be fun. My grandmother and I will play in the hands, gaily clapping, walking everywhere, touching various interesting things. I also love my grandmother, my father and mother, of course, more - they are always there. I remember once I went to visit my grandmother, it's so beautiful there. It seems that the air smells different. But for a long time I can not without daddy's attention. And in a couple of days it becomes very boring. Although I listen to my grandmother, but when there is not a dad with my mother for a long time, I begin to be capricious. When I come back home, at first I treat my parents with a chill, well, so that the future is not strongly relaxed here without me. But under the pressure of Papa's smiles and mother's affection for a long time you will not be serious. Do you know why? Because I adore them!