Italian

Tomorrow my papa goes back to work. We go out for dinner at the most famous Italian in my town, Is Morus. First we need to decide if we are going to cycle through the rain or if we are whoozies and take the car. The car is too hard to take, we cycle. It is not that bad actually, carefree.

We come very early, but already all the children's seats are in use. I sit on mama's lap, climb over to my own chair, climb back to mama and more. I like the ham and the bread and the olives. The spaghetti's are fun and for the rest I like showing off how I drink my apple juice.

You know that I can drink from a glass? I really can! My mama repeats over and over again: "Carefull!", but with that I can drink without spilling!! All by myself! Ain't I a big girl?!!!