Come play with me!

Hey there shadow!! Come pway on swides wiff me! Come on, shadow. Pease?

My shadow is quite a lovely discovery I've made. He's pretty tricky though. He can disappear out of thin air. Especially in the shade. I think he's scared of the dark.

What's the big deal?

My new controversial word? Fork! More like f%#k when it rolls off my tongue.

It irks me, though, because I never get one. I am only supplied with spoons. We will have just sat down for dinner and everyone (except for me) will pick up their forks to start eating. I don't care that I am better at shoveling my food into my mouth with a spoon. I want to be like Dean. And I let them know this loud and clear every night.

"I need a F%#K!!!" Sometimes I even say please.