I've started wearing my hair like Dominique. Sure controls the tangles, phew.
It is very difficult for me to find words for what I want to say sometimes. I wanted to know where parents came from, and all Dad could do was tell me that they came in turn from their parents. We went around in little circles like this for a few, what was it, generations? But I wanted to know where the parents came from in the first place to make the first babies.
Actually I think I am sorry I asked, this evolution
thingy is pretty complicated, hominids and monkeys
and Lucy and dinosaurs and all that. Extinction was
hard enough. Life can be pretty serious even at 4.57.
Diary: 4.51 years old (Jul 2003)
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