I guess it is Barbara's turn to be sick.  She thinks she has a head cold.  She tried to do things that will help her parents and me not catch it.

I was in a super-duper great mood this morning when Mommy brought me over to Barbara's.  I was chatting and laughing about silly things.  One of those was the orange peel fight GGM and I had last night.  I ate well, brushed my teeth well, and kept an eye on the clock telling GGM how much time she had to shower and get ready to go with us to take me to school.  Barbara had to tell me the time, but I kept reporting in to GGM.

It was raining on the drive to school and we talked the entire 25 minute trip about the weather and how it effects the things we do.  The adults in my life think I am pretty smart for my age... but they really don't know since I am the only little kid they ever talk to.


Well, we did it again..... orange peel fighting.  I had mentioned it a few times today and when GGM peeled a couple oranges for us all to eat, the fun began.  It makes the house smell good, too.

It was a very routine afternoon of play.  And I was in a good mood until about 5pm.  I think I must get tired, or Barbara must get tired around that time of day and I ended up in trouble.  I get mad if I am put in Time Out, but better that than a spanking, I guess.   Barbara is on the verge of making a rule of no "fighting of any kind" at her house.  I am getting heavier and stronger and she and my great-grand parents are concerned that I will cause them to fall.  If I would just "air" fight that would be okay, but I get way to rambucious and can't control how hard I run into them.  I won't like it, but I will have to understand.   (Oh, orange peel fight will be okay.)