It took a long time to learn not to play with Grandpa's toys, but after a while I didn't care. Y'wanna know why? My yard got bigger.
I think about the same time the house changed, our yard grew really big! And it has berry bushes and sprinklers and doggies that stick their heads through the fence. Airpanes fly high in the sky all day long and--best of all--it has a wing. I could wing all day long. As much as I've tried to tell Mommy and Daddy that I'm a big girl now (sometimes they can't understand me when I talk), they still put me on their lap or push me just a little bit. I want to wing high. Fly. Fly. Wheeee!
Last month, Daddy took us out to the driveway and lit things on fire. Boom!
Then a few weekends ago, we drove in the car to another part of my yard where there's a big choo-choo. Me and buddy rode round and round! But I wish we didn't have to stop and visit the ugly doggies. I don't know if I like those dogs.
I wonder if this is a no-no too?