I was at a party a few weeks ago, and I really wanted a slice of water melon. Not a piece. And not a plate full of pieces. I wanted to eat an entire slice, just the way that my daddy was eating it. So, I got my own slice. And I held it just the way that Dad was holding his slice, and I ate it. I took bite after bite. The watermelon juice was running down my face and staining the front of my shirt a very light pink. And when I was done with my first piece, I had a second one. It was great.
I ended up washing myself off, in a manner of speaking, in the pool that was in the backyard. It was just deep enough to come above my waist, and it was freezing so there weren’t too many other kids playing in it. But I didn’t care how cold it was, I kept splashing and laughing. There was a water gun attached to the side of the pool, with a hose attached to it. After seeing how the older kids aimed the spray at the other children playing in the pool and climbing up the slide on the side of the pool, I waited until the gun was un-manned and I aimed and sprayed the other kids with it. It was so much fun.
Mom and Dad think that I am going to love school because one of my favorite things is to play with other kids regardless of where I am-the park, the neighbors house, anywhere. I tried to follow them when we were at the Aquarium. I ran after them when we were at the Butterfly Pavilion. Even at the supermarket, I watch them run down the aisles and squirm and yell until Mom and Dad let me out of the cart.
I start school in November. Soon, I’ll have to go shopping for a backpack and school supplies. Maybe even some new clothes. I heard Mom and Dad talking the other day saying how they can’t wait for me to carry my backpack into class. They said that I would look so cute. But I want to go to school so that I can paint and color and play. I guess, either way, we are all looking forward to my first day. It’s really not that far off…
Check back in soon,
Emmett