J+M+J
Joseph, with his vocabulary overflowing with new words, has decided to fight crime in this household. His major target: me. Yesterday, I had an orthodontist appointment. Today, my teeth are extremely sore. I am only able to eat a little bit of watery soup or soft, mushy things like apple sauce. Naturally, with tiny meals, I am very hungry later on. Mom told me I could find something to eat. There was nothing in the inside refrigerator, so I went to check in the garage fridge. Joseph followed me out, and startled me by muttering some unintelligible sounds in a stern voice. His face looked angry. I asked, “Should I be inside?”
“Ya.” he stated. I went inside, and he followed close behind, shutting the garage door tight behind me.
Later, I had found something soft to eat: tapioca pudding. As I was making the pudding, I put a little sugar in it. I again heard Joseph’s voice. “No sugar.” he scolded. I put the lid on the sugar in surprise, preparing to put it away. Joseph opened the cupboard door for me, and then shut it. after I had placed the sugar inside with a suspicious look on his face and walked away. I hope he remembers his own rules when he is older.