A slow Sunday morning

	It is Sunday morning and we start the day slow. We have a boiled egg for breakfast and drink our tea. I don't like tea yet, so I drink juice.
	But I like sitting on mama's lap after breakfast and pretend that I drink tea. I like doing what mama does. I do pretend tea drinking and pretend plants cutting, and pretend talking.
	But my drawings are for real. Although I like better to do pencil management. This means I put my pencils in the box, and out of hte box, and in the box and out of the box. And I can do pretend pencil sharpening very well. Today I like tearing paper best. And the scotch tape. Papa has made special bench for me. The chair is too difficult with my brace. And the added advantage: mama can just sit on it too!