March 16th, 2007

Stock: Girl Hat

Simi: I feel icky...

Mommy's so worried about me. I was singing for her in the car. We were having fun and then I couldn't sing anymore. I said I wanted to sing a song but nothing came out. I was a little scared. Mommy was worried. She put me in her shirts front pocket and took me back to her work. She looked on ipod to find out how to make me better. She fixed me but she's worried I'm sick. I don't like it when mommy worries. I'm going to sleep for a while.