Just giving you an update on where things are at since my last letter. See a lot happens in six months when you've only been around for thirty.
I like to talk. A Lot.
My favourite thing to say is "but I love it sooo much" this makes people smile and often give me whatever I want.
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I am also exceptional at dancing. I got to join a class for three and four year olds, I look little compared to some of them but I love it, especially when we use our noisy shoes. The teacher calls them tap shoes, but they just go bang bang bang, with Hi 5 playing on the HighPod.
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But you know what I really don't like? Boys. They are scary and yukky and I call them Poo. If they come to visit I have been known to try and shut them into the old rabbit hutch and lock the door, I also do this to my dog, she loves it.
Somedays I look so grown up and talk so much that you would think I was a kinder kid, then other days you can still see the baby in me, growing up fast, with a cheeky giggle, a talkative nature and dependent streak that will take me far.
Smudgy ice-cream licks and kisses to you all,