Jane and I

(As dictated to mommy:)

Jane is cute. I got her for Christmas. December 25, 2006. Jane has brown hair. Her favorite color is green. She has blue eyes, just like me. And she has a missing tooth. Sometimes I get to include her. Sometimes all I can think about is sleeping with Jane, playing with Jane, and all sorts of other stuff with Jane. Sometimes when we go to a restaurant, my mommy lets me have a big drink. Sometimes she doesn’t. Sometimes I wish I could have sweet tea. The thing with Jane is, sometimes she argues with Aryana, my other doll, but deep down inside I think they say to each other, “I love you.” Sometimes what I say to myself is, “I think Jane is cuter than me.” But mommy always says, “No she isn’t. You’re cuter.” But sometimes I argue deep down inside about who is cuter, me or Jane. My friend, Caedmon, says all the time, “Where is Jane?” But sometimes I take Aryana. But I like Jane better than Aryana. Mommy always hears me saying I like Jane. And saying I like Aryana. When I say that, I always like my dolls; they are so cute. I kiss them and hug them. Sometimes at night I tuck them in. When my mommy and daddy leave my room, then I sneak over to them and I kiss them and hug them and I say sweet dreams.