Well, well, well. I have to say that this was quite a weekend for me. It all started yesterday when I got to wear my shiny Illinois outfit for the first time. I helped papa wash his truck and vacuum it out, and while I was rinsing it off I sprayed him with the hose - more than once! The first time it was an accident. The second, third, and fourth times it wasn't. Papa told me that we would wash mama's van for her when she got back from the store, so I was all ready for that. However, papa didn't tell me that I shouldn't pick up the hose and spray mama as she was getting out of the van in her good clothes. I thought that was REAL funny, but mama didn't. Anyway, once she changed her clothes, we cleaned her van too. I ate some lunch at my Diego table, then took a nap. Papa woke me up from my nap at about 3:49 and got me ready for one of my favorite things - a party! My friend Brodie across the road and two houses down was having a birthday party and papa took me there (mama went to a wedding...I asked papa what that was and he tried to explain it to me, but I still don't quite get it). After the party, papa brought me home and grandma visited with me for a while while mama and papa went to a wedding inception (or something like that). I sure was tired when I went to bed!
Today, I woke up and went to church and marched into Bible class AND Bible hour with no problems whatsoever. Then, we picked up some Culver's on the way home (mama and papa both got a kid's meal just like me), and after we ate papa went to mow and I got to go to another party -a graduation party for my friend Miss Carly. After that, I came home and took a nap. Then, tonight, I got to ride on papa's tractor after my nap, play with Max, and swing on my swingset. After all that, it was time to go inside for some dinner. As I was finishing my mac n' cheese, I was looking out the window and you'll never believe what I saw. It was a firetruck! I yelled to mama and papa and told them "IT'S A FIRE TRUCK!" and then I said "IT'S COMING TO MY HOUSE!!" Our neighbor, Mr. Rob, is a volunteer fireman, and when he found out a couple of weeks ago that I like firetrucks, he said he'd drive one to my house sometime. I thought he was just trickin' me, but I guess he was serious! I got to climb on it and sit in it and all kinds of neat stuff. Mr. Rob even turned on the lights for me as he was leaving. That was cool. Mama and papa decided that I should wear my fire truck pajamas to bed tonight, so I put them on and now I'm going to bed...
