Good times

Frå onsdag til søndag førre veke, budde eg hos søstera mi. Det innebar mykje moro med ein liten ven.

Hellos. Welcomes to mah crib.

I has a glove. U cant has.

Just chillaxin'.

Hellos in da mirrah.

Donts interrupt. Talkin to important peepahl.

Loves ya 4evah.

Yes itz true.

I iz zick of u takin pictuhz now.

Litahrally zick.

I has zlippah. Iz not too big.

I smilez ats u. It doznt mean anythin.

I iz thinkin deep thoughtz while lookin cute.

I haz a toothbrush. Iz not too big.
U cant has.

I eatz yoghurt withzout ur help.

I spillz yoghurt. Putz it into mah pocket.

I iz tryin to look cute to make u lookz at me instead of ur book.

I givz u orange card for misbehavin.

I has a fake dog. U cant has.

I iz takin our picture. U lookz like Titten Tei.

Dont touch me u filthy animal.

I eats auntie handz evry day 4 breakfzt.

I iz takin mah picture. Didnt prez da zoom bahtton.

This is mah motha. Shes up to somethin.

I sitz on ur lap. It doesnt mean anythin.

I glows in tha dark.
Also, its mah fatsuit. If I fallz ovah, I dont get hurt.

I iz holdin ur hand.

U iz ok, brah.