I don't know what that means. It sounds kinda silly.
I wrote you won't believe what Mom did, but it's really what Mom didn't do. I always get a biscuit when we go to bed. Sometimes it's on the rug in the bedroom. Sometimes it's on the tile in the bathroom.
I don't care where it is as long as I get it.
Last night we went to bed, and I could not find my biscuit! Mom actually got in her bed without giving me my biscuit. She was about to put her head on the pillow, and I didn't have my biscuit. I had to stare at her and look all around to show her I didn't have my biscuit. She remembered my biscuit then. It's a good thing she did because I don't sleep well without my biscuit.
Do you know that Middle Child is getting merried? I think that means she'll be happy.
This next part is what Mom wants me to write. She says that on Monday she'll have a guest post on Shady Dell Music & Memories. She hopes lots of people will read the guest post and comment on it, and I will like it if the comments are nice.
Mom might have forgotten my biscuit, but I won't forget to read her guest post on Monday.
I loves my mom.
Okay I love you bye-bye.
Franklin the Bordernese