My best words this week are "home," "too," "coot," "muffin," and "mud." Coots are like ducks, but black. I watch them swimming; I really like the babies. I say, "baby coots."
There weren't very many puddles on my walk today. I just splashed in one, but it was full of mud; I yelled, "Franklin muddy feet! Franklin muddy shoes!" My mama had to help me out because I was stuck in the mud. Then on the way home, I sang a song that went like this:
"Muddy, muddy muddy.
Franklin muddy muddy."
I like to play a trick on my mama when I go in the chicken fence. I open their house and say, "Eggs!" even when there's no eggs. When there are eggs, I get to carry one to the house, and then someone puts it in the fridge. When I get tired before my nap, I ask my mama to carry me upstairs like a baby. She carries me and says, you were such a cute baby. I like to pretend to be a baby while I get carried upstairs. Then when I'm in my room, I just lay down and go to sleep. Naptime is the best.
A few days ago I woke up in the morning and went poo in my potty by myself. Then I just left my jammies off and got in mama's bed while she was asleep. When she woke up I had to help her change the sheet.
Love,
Franklin
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