This morning after I woke up Daddy went running and pushed me in my stroller. My stroller goes fast. I always beat Daddy. No matter how fast he runs, I'm always in front. Sometimes Mommy runs with us. My stroller is faster than her, too. The world goes by fast when I speed along in my stroller. I see streaks of green and grey and blue and other colors. It's pretty.
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
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