
Lately, my mornings go a like this: I get up (too early), I snuggle with Mom for about 10 minutes, I drink my milk, and then I shout, "Color! Color!" Mom keeps my crayons on a shelf. I guess I colored in one too many books instead of sticking to my "color papers" (also known as coloring books).

I've pretty much figured out not to color in regular books (but I still do it from time to time), and I will steal any piece of paper I see. I even stole the note pad off the fridge. Sometimes I like to draw instead of coloring someone else's pictures! Last week, I brought the green crayon to Mom and said, "Green." She was impressed...then I handed her the blue crayon and said, "Green." To me they're all green.

Daddy came to color with me the other night. He's never done that before. We had a lot of fun! He tried to teach me the names of all the different crayons. I can say blue, red, yellow, purple, and even orange, but I still call them all green! I love to mess with my parents.
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I call the blue color "Daddy" and the pink color "Mommy". I am so smart.
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