I'M MAD. But I think I'm more sad than mad, only because I'm feeling a bit down.
It's all Princess' fault.
Sometimes I wish she'd go back to being a bump in Momma's tummy. I liked her much better then.
Cause of her, my Momma hasn't sang me my special song, or told me my special story.
I hardly see my Momma, less she making me go shopping, and I hate shoppin'.
I sulk in my room, throwing blocks, cause I'm just too mad to build anything.
"Knock Knock, it's Dad."
I sigh. I forgive Dad, sorta.
Mostly.
"I'm here," I grumble.
"I know," he opens my door and comes in my room. Holding her.
"What's up bud?" He sits on my bed, I try not to cringe. I hate when people sit on my bed.
"The sky," I say real low, cause I don't wanna talk.
"Technically, the sky starts at your feet, so it's mor
