Mr. Buttface, I'm glad you don't have kids. I bet you'd be mean like Myckyree's dad. He thinks we Dont know that he talks about her Mama but bless his heart, he's loud.

It's My Austin!!!!

Other girlfriends? *Huffs with all the infirmary a five year old can muster and crosses my arms, looking exactly like my Mama.* If you're feelin' some kinda way, you can take me right of that list or whatever.

Other Girlfriends. Ain't nobody got time for that.

Oh HELL no. I can SO tie my own shoes! He's running his mouth just to hear himself talk.

Im NOT afraid of ANYTHING, much less the sandbox. You know stray cats poop in there. HAVE FUN PLAYIN' IN POOP.

Im a little 'fraid of bees though, cause they make my tongue feel funny.

Little boys and their little toys. Imma go call my P-Trick.

Boys are stupid. Cept my Daddy and My Tristan and My P-trick and my Uncles.

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Taylor knows.

*Huffs and stomps around gathering up pictures and toys, throwing them in a pile.*

Pretty sure Taylor is busy. 'Sides, girl code. You cant date your friends ex. It's the rules and we are friends, SO. TOO BAD, SO SAD.

*Rolls my eyes dramatically and gathers up all my things to stomp back home.* M'too tired for this shit and I need like... A seven hour nap and some cookies.

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Keep talking, maybe one of your girlfriends will want to listen. *Plops back down with my pink guitar.*

It's me! This is before I met My Daddy so it was just me and Mama and Nana Lynne!

Mama 'splained what's happenin' and I Don't like it at all. *Grabbing my crayons and snagging a notebook from My Tristan, I run up the stairs to Mama's room and flop down with Mitch Cat, working intently on the picture in my head.*

I'm back! That bird couldn't keep me down.

*plops down with my glittery gee guitar like my Daddy's and sticks my tongue out to concentrate*