I got to see baby Samantha's class for her speech therapy. They're all kids except for a fully grown, annoying retard.
Baby Maxine, not even 2 years old yet, likes to bite Samantha if she won't share a toy that Maxine wants. Today, Samantha tried to bite Maxine back, but couldn't catch her. Eventually, Samantha bit herself out of frustration.
While mommy was going through some of dad's old stuff, she found a picture of me from 1999 that I gave to him in which I wrote a conceited note on the back about looking like a prince and asking for silk shirts. Wow, my style's changed since then.
Today's funny moment: Just a few seconds into my mommy asking for my opinion on something, I blanked out and started reviewing Capoeira cheorography in my head. When I had no idea what my mommy was talking about afterward ...
MOMMY: Are you OK? Are you drinking? Are you on drugs?
Time for a sugar diet now with assorted donuts from Krispy Kreme and butter toffee cookies and double fudge cookies from Mrs. Fields.
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