Tattoo

Tattoo artist

I have had a very tough day. I like to climb, it really fun. Well, it is even more fun to climb on top of a rocking chair. Mommy yelled at me and then I fell...I just know I wouldn't have fallen if she hadn't yelled. I cried of course. I tried to climb outta my high chair but she wouldn't let me...didn't she used to be more fun than this? After my little quiet time Mommy let me play in my room...by myself! Okay she just went to get a book, but while she was gone...I made my move...I did something I had always wanted and she, as unfun as she is, stops. You know those holes in the wall that look like a little face. Anyway there was a night light in my room that I have never touched...it is plugged into the little face....DID YOU KNOW THAT LITTLE FACE BITES! It was horrible, my thumb was on fire! My tongue was funny and I had the shakes all over....DON"T EVER DO THAT! Mommy held me for awhile I guess it hurt her too cause she cried too. Then we called daddy. I felt better. But the horrible part of the day wasn't over. I then just suddenly fell out of my chair...well that was just it, I cried some more. But I have decided that the tough day is over. I am done...anything that happens bad now belongs to a new day. Like my drawing? I inked myself...with dry erase marker that goes with one of my lessons. Fun hu?
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Bronte