My dad taught me well… how to pick up chicks, the proper way.
Well…well…well…. you thought I forgot about you people? I started pre-school last month and have been busy shooting zombies and trying to make friends at school. At school, I’ve been kicked a few times so I in return I had to stand up for myself. I’ve even picked up some new words (sorry mom and dad).
I’ve made guns out of everything I could including my legos. I got to meet my dad’s police man friend Chris. He is awesome and I totally am in love because he showed me his gun collection. He did tell me that those guns are not for play and that I need to stick to my plastic toy guns. I think he was pretty serious about it.
Brisan had a great birthday party a few weeks ago because it was “monsters”. Yesterday with the family I went to go see the movie “Paranorman”. It was a good movie because he was fighting zombies. I think my brothers enjoyed it a little bit because they started laughing at a few parts.
Dad, You’re the best in the city! (Dad: I am so glad that I have room to work my way up here!)
Mom your not my partner, you’re just human.
I shot my foam bullet over the couch and my dad wouldn’t get it for me. I mean, I did practically almost take his eye out in the process but who is counting that as a reason he wouldn’t help me?