By Terry Politte
Hi, it’s me again. I haven’t been able to write you for a while. My mummy’s been watchin’ me so much I never find any paper. But they left me with this dumb babysitter—Huh! Imagine them leaving me with a stranger, and worst of all she’s always pinching my cheek, and talking in funny noises like “goo goo, gaa gaa, whatever could that mean? Well, I’m about three months old now, boy a lot has happened since I was born. My mummy and daddy named me Agatha. What a name, boy. Ya know, when I was first born, I thought the world was pretty crazy, but now I can’t believe it. There are so many loony old ladies saying, ‘oh! what a cutie!” Then they pinch my cheek or push in my stomach. My daddy’s pretty nice. I have a big brother and his name is Ralphy. When no one looks, he gives me a bite of his Spaggetios, ’cause mommy says I’m too young to eat them. But if I didn’t eat Spaggetios, I’d die! Mostly I like the kind with little meatballs–yum! yum! Anyway, I have one of those beds with bars around it. I sleep in my little brother’s room and he talks to me a lot, he’s real nice. We also have a big hairy monster living here with big fangs and he knocks me over all the time. My mummy and daddy call him Rover, what a weird name for a monster!