I don't really lisp anymore, (it's a remote, not a "wamote!")
But I do say sweet ungrammatical things like "Mommy, we MISSEDED you!"

And I'm pretty surefooted, and athletic, but also so fearless and
ambitious that I have pretty spectacular crashes.

Likeyesterday, when Mommy came to Marisa's to pickme up and iwas
crying and thy told her "he was dancing wildly and di this amazing,
twisting leap and landed on his leg and face n the floor"

When i calmed down, Mommy asked if I tried to fly. I said yes.
She asked if I have wings.
I said no.
I told her "I jumped, really REALLY high, and I went CRASH on the
ground, and blood comed out of me."

My songs and stories

"A lion and a camel and a firetruck
went to our house in Berkeley
they came in our house, and sang a song
with me, and Daddy, and Mommy, and Alex!"

"I'm going to my bending party. There is going to be cake. And strawberries, and apples, and pineapples. And Sarah and Thom's dinosaur is going to come. It's a bending party in my room."

I really really like sweet stuff right now. So much that I'm sort of refusing to eat most other things. But that might also be because I was really sick to my stomach the other day -- Alex gave us all a virus. I threw up in the middle of the night. I didn't know what was happening, I just said "I feel bad," and screamed and cried. Mommy had to hold me over a bucket. Then she tried to clean me up in the bathroom, but she got sick too. It was yucky. I went back to bed. In the morning, I felt better!