Mr. & Mrs. Mommy & Daddy

Ange left me at home so she could go to the big movie with Brad last Tuesday. I started crying. I wanted to go to the big movie! Ange said I should be a big boy but it's hard! I think it's because Brad doesn't like me. He's really nice to me and buys me stuff and builds sand castles with me in Africa and stuff, but I know he likes to kiss Ange. And so do I! Ange told me that the kissing is different, that she kisses me for different reasons than she kisses Brad.

Anyway, now that the numbers are out for the big movie, Ange is really excited. I said, "Ange, I can count to six!" Ange giggled like Mary Ann Whitterow at my school. She said "silly, Ange's big movie made a lot more than six. Do you know what this means? I said, "can you buy me a pretzel with mustard?" She said, "of course! But also, it means that Ange and BradDad are going to bring you the best present of all!" I screamed! "ARE YOU GETTING ME A BLACKHAWK UH-60 WITH GUNS AND SWORDS AND MISSILES!?"

Ange's favorite gun is the pump shotgun. And BradDad likes pistols. I like warbirds. But the present is none of those things. I asked Chankrisna if she knew what Ange was getting. Chankrisna said it might be a new friend. A best friend to live with Ange and me. And then maybe BradDad will stay with us, too. Ange, BradDad, me, Worthington, Chankrisna, and some other people that live at our castle whose names I forget because I'm three and five-sixths years old.