Elizabeth Ivy

Last night we went to Trudy's. They have excellent salsa. I watched Daddy dip his chip and I did the same, except I just licked the salsa off the chip and dipped again, and again, and again. It was pretty hot stuff; tears were dripping from my eyes, but it was awesome.

Then I devoured my dinner of chicken fajita tacos with rice, black beans, and some avocado and guacamole that Daddy and Mommy shared with me. My sister had the same thing as me.

Today, I had my first dance class! Mommy woke me early, which is unusual now that school's out for the summer. I ate a banana, drank some juice, got dressed. Daddy got up too, and so did Catherine. I thought I was going to school. We all got in the car and drove down the road to a building I hadn't been to before.

When we got inside I met a girl named Lindsay and someone let me borrow a tutu skirt. Soon I was on the dance floor with the teacher and three other kids. We heard music, we danced, we sang songs, and we clapped, and we twirled ribbons. It was so much fun. But I kept staring at the awards in the corner of the room. I want an award!