I grew up in Southern California, USA and I remember this shit in elementary school, I think.
Oh no.
It’s Creamsicle! Grr!
Cool!
My grandpa says that book is about him. I think he’s crazy. I’m a whale! Yay!
Hello.
It tastes like squids.
Last night I put a chop stick in my mouth and said “Look at me I’m a narwhal” and my friend said I was being “kind of racist.”
I wrote a song!
🎶 The hip bone is connected to the whale bone 🎶
And the whale bone is connected to the—whale bone
And the whale bone is connected to the—other bone
And that’s all the parts of a whale!
Uh oh I think they’re starting to get bored.
Today my friend is giving me a bath. It’s fun!
But also I gave myself an owwie because my friend showed me a mirror and I thought it was another silly orange whale like me and I tried to say hi and got really excited and I hit my head.
I foubd out today that my birthday is tomorrow! Yay!
I took a bath in the washy machine!
I like explosioms!
I don’t eat bread.
No!