Bil Keane's Family Circus was always a favourite of mine. Who could get enough of those nutty gremlins "Not Me" and "Ida Know", or the dotted-line routes that Billy, Dolly and Jeffy would always follow? But what topped them all were the times when Billy would take over the strip as a substitute cartoonist for a day.
That's why I thought it would be fun to have Micaela write today's blog. I now turn the keyboard over to her. Take it away Micaela...(With editing from our friends at Spell Check).
Dada wants me to write something for him today. I don't want to, but dada thinks it will be cute. He always makes me do things I don't want. Like going to bed before I'm even tired. That's the worst. It's getting harder and harder to think of ways to delay him at night. Whatever I do think of, the next night he makes me do it before bed. So now I have to put on socks, drink water, go to the bathroom, choose a blanket, choose some stuffed animals, read a book, sing a song, and tuck my shirt in before he'll even leave the room.
It's not just bedtime either. Sometimes I'm not hungry and mama and dada make me eat. Sometimes I don't want to take a picture and they make me smile anyways. Sometimes I don't want to go to school, but that's exactly where they bring me. Sometimes I like being dirty. Sometimes I like to say "poop" really loud in the middle of a restaurant. I'm only 3.
When my sisters were here, they always took my side. But now they're gone and I don't know what mama and dada did with them. That's the only reason I do what they want most times. That's why I laugh when dada says stupid things. That's why I let him tickle me and pretend to like it. And that's why I agreed to write in dada's stupid blog thing. Rachele and Marisa if you're reading this please come home. And bring presents.
Signed Micaela, Age 3
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