
Sundays are special! On Sundays I get to go to church. First I take a bath and get squeaky clean......

Then my parents dress me up in my best outfits, we get in the car and go to church.
For the first 20 minutes or so I amuse myself by looking at the people, my books, or the ceiling fans. Then I decide I need more attention so I start sqealing and sucking on Dad's tie. If that doesn't work then I scream. That always works!
Dad takes me out in the hall and we walk up and down for the next couple hours, half the time Dad feeds me, and half of the time I scream. That's just what little girls do.

Then we get back in the car and go home. After two and a half hours of crying I am refreshed, and happiness prevails once more.
I love Sundays!