01/03/2022
Oh well, my mom bought a new thing to ride in, it’s not like the old one she had which was a white minivan that looked like a Square ice cream truck, which I knew. This one is a blue different kind of car thing, and I’m not sure about it, well actually I am sure. I am sure that I hate it and I am sure that it will hurt me and I won’t go anywhere near it no matter what she does. I show her that I know what it is when she tells me to go over to it and I can tap it with my nose but if she goes anywhere near that door handle I take off. I’m not going in that thing. I’m just not. Ever.