So,
it's my birthday.
tomorrow is my birthday as well.
actually, this entire week has been my birthday.
i want to go to the zoo.
i want another cupcake.
my parents are praying that God gives me just one present this year: the ability to control my tone of voice and increase the size of my heart towards others.
we'll see how that works.
on a side note, i'm doing rather well in the 'poop in the potty' world, except during naps, when i am locked in my room for 7 hours and mommy goes to the basement to run on the treadmill and i scream for mercy and finally explode.
i want to go to the zoo.
