Weerd week

We habbed a vewy stwanje week. Furst ov awl, Papa tode us at da wast minnit dat he wuz off frum werk. An' da sun shined, an' da leefs feww, an' it wuz warm. He an' Mama bloo leefs wike cwazy an' Papa werked in da barn, but da leefs kep' fawwin' an' Papa kwit werkin' on da twakters in da barn an' dey kwit da leefs too. Dey went to da seeshor an' weft us home. NOT  a happy fing fer me. Den, dey gotted sumbuddy to finish da noo howse culler at LAST. Not finisheded, but close. We habbed a weelly nice warm an' sunny day an' pwayed owtdores a wot. Den, we waked up an' it wuz CODE! An' wen we went owt to go potty, da rane wuz hurtin' us. Not rane! Ice wuz fawwin'! Den sno came an' we gotted to pway in it - weww, I pwayed in it. Vito - he wud do a kwik pee an' dash fer da dore. Whut happinned to havin' fun in da sno? Vito not want to enny mor. Wun day wen Mama wuz kukkin', I fownd a widdwe tiny sharp fingy on da flore. Every time I twied to chew it, it hurted an' I shaked it owt ov my flooz. Mama seed me an' I gave it to her (sorta). She wuz reel happy I gived it to her fer sum reezon.

Weww, da leefs ar stiww under da snow, da traktor gots a pwow on it, da howse iz awlmose paynted, Mama gotted to see da oshun, da sun an' da warmf gode away, an' da wud stove iz keepin' us warm. Pwetty soon it gonna be turky day wif no turky fer Vito 'n' me. But Mama sez der wiww be a sprize. Hope its a gud wun!

Mor nex' time!

Arfur