146/365
145/365
your constant companion, the grey blankie. you scrunch it up into a ball and carry it around, a must have to go to sleep, & a great tool for procrastinating the inevitable shut-eye. you throw it repeatedly out of your bed and call out "my grey blankie has fallen out, someone? someone? my grey blankie is gooooone".
144/365
143/365
hula hooping is the new busking. you laid out your cello case on the driveway and made twenty cents
"mama, dis sand taste nooo good"
