Papa is mad because i messed up his golf equipment that was in the study room. I was playing with my toys.. and wanted to pack up my toys in the closet, so i moved Papa’s toy from inside of the wardrobe. Papa wasn’t a happy camper.. and wanted to scream at me, but I said.. “Sorry, sorry .. Papa” .. and Papa didn’t scold me no more.
Growing Up With Me
A journal of my life
