Meeting Harold (I'm playing hard to get...)
Most of you probably haven’t noticed, but I actually wear boys clothes a lot. Mommy says the clothes are French, so that makes it okay. Apparently, mom and dad got a bunch of hand-me-downs from a boy named Harold. Up until Monday, I didn’t know who this Harold character was, but his clothes sure are soft and comfortable.
I finally got to meet Harold on Monday night. We went over to his house for his daddy’s birthday. Harold is an older man, he already turned two years old(!) I’m still working on hitting two months, so anything with years is quite impressive. Harold was a great host – he showed me his books, ran around a whole lot, and gave me a kiss.
Apparently, my daddy and Harold’s daddy have planned a date for us in 2030. (Don’t tell my dad, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to wait that long!)
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