Monday, August 16, 2010

the museum party

i could do this. if somebody put me to bed all by myself i could go out the front door. i could go outside. in my jammies! because the door was not locked. i mean the door WAS locked. i used the key mumma. i would run away. i'd go to a museum. it was just a kind of funny dream. there are swings there. and there was tights. i mean KITES not tights, like a ballerina. there was ballerinas there mumma! go on slides. so i had a party at the museum. ha ha.* and then i went home. go in the door. go to sleep all by myself. that's my end of my story.

(bellanotes: *mamma, can you get "ha ha" away?)

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