I am a mamas boy

Listen. I’m a mamas boy. I love her. She loves me. Got it!  She gets me chocolate sandwiches because they are my super duper fave! She carries me because “I’m not going to be able to carry him for long” so I ask her a lot because me getting bigger. Me using the potty!  I rarely have an accident!  Mama has learned my poop times and always asks me if I need to poop. She’s smart!  Usually when I fart a lot <phppp>like that  I need to go poop.  

Mama cut off YouTube. She said it was making us dumb and that we were too smart for that.  I have played fine. My bubba is sad. He wants YouTube back.   

Mama got the pool cleared up so we can swim again. I can tell daddy was proud of her. She’s become a wiz at this pool thing. 

I’m a Debbie downer and don’t know why. But if someone asks me if I had fun or what I like I said no or nothing with a sad face, pouty voice, looking at the floor. I never see the positive even though mama and daddy and bunny point it out.  Mama said one day I’ll see if. I just need to look. 

Mama sings a lot. It’s like that musical Hamilton. She sings or raps. She really likes Hamilton. She sings along a lot  

I still love my chocolate sandwiches. I love shooting bubba with my nerf gun. I love Minecraft. I’m pretty good at bae blades, I speak like a 1st grader.  I’m going to miss mama when school starts. She says she will miss me too.  My lovey is still mama so I am not sure how I will do without her.  

Time for sleep. 

Night all 

CB