June 15th, 2013 - 02:35 PM
It's me with my niece, Krystal. Weíre rocking on Mumís porch. Sheís consoling me because my mum laughed at me. Mum laughs whenever Iím out on the lawn hunting birds, chasing butterflies, digging up grubs, snapping at pesky flies, or pouncing on walnuts. She thinks I donít notice, but I do. And I donít like it one bit. Little kids donít like it when grownups laugh at them, either. It makes their tummies flip upside-down.