Dear diary,
I don’t know what exactly is happening to me. I know I don’t like it AT ALL. Yesterday mama took me to the place where they strip me to my diaper, and some lady stuck a bottlebrush up my nose. I screamed at her, but then she smiled at me and I couldn’t resist smiling back at her.
All day yesterday and overnight I have stuck with mama. I yell at her if she puts me down because I don’t feel good and I just want her.
The only good thing that has happened is I didn’t have to eat carrots yesterday.
Sicky,
Finn
