My Daddy is a very important person. He owns an ice cream factory. Whenever I’m thirsty, or whenever I’m hungry, he takes me there, and makes sure that I know he loves me

he takes my heart, and gives me a key, and unlocks a world of possibility, where anything is possible, and I really can do anything.

So is my Daddy. My Daddy’s always hugging me. My Daddy is a very important person. He owns an ice cream factory. Whenever I’m thirsty, or whenever I’m hungry, he takes me there, and makes sure that I know he loves me, but I already know he loves me. Who wouldn’t love me?? I’m pretty much the coolest thing since swiss cheese. I think I might be allergic to dairy. I was just walking through the ice cream factory

when I started getting this funny feeling that something amazing was about to happen, and I started laughing at this funny feeling inside me.

It kept tickling me.

I shouted, “I WANT ICE CREAM!”

And you’ll never guess what happened!

Lucky popped out of me.

(I almost said pooped accidentally!)

I said, “Lucky, stop tickling me!!!”

“Only if you sue me. Only if you promise not to leave.”

“On an awesome adventure??”

“Where are we going??”

“Wouldn’t it be amazing if I knew how to make ice cream??

 

 

not because anyone was tickling me. It’s just that when I see my Daddy, he takes my heart, and gives me a key, and unlocks a world of possibility, where anything is possible, and I really can do anything.

And he and Mommy give me a key that I can’t find the answer to, the only place that it fits is in my diary. My diary is a place where I can be anything. And the world will never have to see. I hope they see. I want to have an ice cream party.

 

 

So is my Daddy. He’s a Very Important Person. He owns an ice cream factory. Whenever I’m hungry, he takes me there and feeds me. Whenever I’m thirsty

I’m proud of me and Lucky. We always said we could do anything. So did my Daddy.

So is my Daddy. He’s a Very Important Person. He owns an ice cream factory.

 

I don’t know why. I haven’t done anything. At least not like my Daddy. He’s the most famous person in the world. He owns an ice cream factory!

 always makes me write in my diary. It’s the worst thing in the world. I don’t know why I have to write in my diary if I’m not going to change the world. My Daddy’s already changed the world. He has his own ice ice cream factory. I always hear the wind chimes blowing and the pipes churning and lots of kids eating ice cream

and the wheels on the school bus always going round and round

and everyone’s always so happy. The post office guy’s always smiling. 

The milk man’s always moving. He’s always coming up my hill delivering pencil boxes. I asked him where he got them and he said it was a special delivery. 

“Where are you going next?” I asked.

He said, “You don’t know?”

“No, where?” I said.

“Your BIRTHDAY PARTY!!!!!”