I can ride it in the grass.Â I can ride it on the bumps.Â I can ride it on the dirt driveway.Â I can’t ride it if both cars are there, I have trouble driving it through.
I feel good about it!Â I snitched one of the pictures Mark took of me.Â I like this picture!
I got to go to the First Grade Class for Sunday School!Â Momma and Daddy surprised me by being my teachers!Â I don’t remember my other teachers.Â I like it!Â It will be a fun year!
On Sunday before church in the morning, the butterfly hatched!Â Â Oma taught me a poem about a butterfly in the three year old Sunday School class.
I saw a little caterpillar. It wiggled up a tree.
It wiggled long, it wiggled short, it wiggled right at me!
I put him in a little box, “Don’t go away!” I said.
But when I opened up the box, he was a butterfly instead!
I could never make one, even if I tried.
Only God in Heaven can make a butterfly!
We let our butterfly go.Â It will go to Mexico, so it can stay there for the winter.Â She will married and then she will have her babies.Â Â She will lay her eggs on the way back.