Dear Zayde,
This week I learned about our nation's history. No, not really. I'm 19 months old. There's no way I'm going to sit through a retelling of the colonies' political and philosophical break from England. I did wear red, white, and blue, though, and I heard some loud bangs outside around dinner time that I was told have something to do with independence and Florida's lax fireworks laws. My parents seemed nervous about what would happen that night, but I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. I had dinner, took a bath, got into my pajamas, brushed my teeth, and then did the usual nighttime shtick with Mommy before heading off to dreamland. I have a vague recollection of hearing rapid-fire thunder for a few hours, but we've had thunderstorms day and night around here for the last few weeks, so I didn't let the noise inhibit my beauty sleep.
This week I also learned that there are stores filled with furniture. I learned that we need a new couch because someone in our house is destroying ours. I think it might be Daddy. He's kind of a big guy. The best way to shop for a couch, apparently, is to sit on as many couches as you can find. Once we had tried out all the couches in one store, we moved onto the next. I noticed that when my parents looked at the tags on most of the couches, they had the same look on their faces as when they're changing my diaper and I've had a particularly significant "personal event." (That's what Bubbie calls it, right?)
Lastly, this week I learned that white cauliflower is almost as good as purple cauliflower. Almost, but not quite.
Let these facts be submitted to a candid world,
Zelda
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