Four years three months

Hello world!

I went to Belgium with my mummy and daddy and my gramma and grandpa.  We stayed at a lady's house named Katrine.  The two things I remember the best:  the street sweeper and the rubbish trucks.  I also went to the beach and played in the sea and built a sandcastle, and I ate ice cream. 

 I like Belgium a lot.  We drove our car onto the train and went through a long tunnel and listened to the Hobbit on a CD.  When we drove home though, I puked all over:  I puked on me, on the car, and on my daddy's jammies.  It was so yucky.  My dad had to stop driving so I could get new clothes on.

There were lots of good parks to play in Belgium, too.  One had some strawberries growing.  At Katrine's house there was a big cherry tree and I ate lots of cherries.  My cherry tree at my house has cherries now, too.  There are cherry trees at our park on my walk to school;  they're kind of sour but I still like them.  Sometimes I swallow the seed. 

I said to my mummy in a deep growly voice:  "I'm a man!" and then I told her in my normal voice: "I'm Franklin again."

Love,

Franklin