So then I wonders, “Why the Mister Neil go to the Moon?” I wonders if it acause he did a bad. When I does a bad, Mommy says, “Lucy does you wants a trip to the Moon?” She tells me there a small space-ship that gonna come and get me and puts me on the Moon if I does not behave.
Anyway, I wanna say thanks to the Mister Neil for goin to the Moon and takin big steps. (This what I hear, that he takes im-por-tant steps – I were scared-a those at first too, Mister Neil! Did you lives behind a Dairy Kween and not know what a house were too?) Mommy tells me if I sits with mah star-bear, it will be im-por-tant and everyone will smile. So this I does.
Tonight the base-ball break mah heart. I cans not even write to mah friends on mah blog, I so sad. I just sits in round ball, thinks bout Pirates World Series tee shirt I never gonna gets to wear. Haet the base-ball tonight.
Maybe I gonna make a poo on the Jar-ed Hyoos lawn. Maybe then he not let Milly-wockey make the three runs all at once. ::sigh:: Base-ball are a suck.