Dear Diary,
here I am, 150. I made a whole day without a diaper and without wetting my knickers. Vive la potty. I feel old!
Summer is slipping away. Actually it sort of jerked the other day and now it is suddenly dark when Daddy gets home. The yard is getting covered in leaves from Mr Maple, the apples are almost all gone, and it is so cold at night that Mum turned on the furnace.
I think it is time for a change of units. If I measure in years and
months, well, I could be barely 3!
If you can't fix it, rename it and let them think it has all changed.
Maybe Mum's right, I should be a lawyer or a politician.
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