April 18, 2012
Today's my eighth birthday. Aunt Dawnie gave me this pretty little book with the pink and purple flowers on the cover. She said that she used to write diaries when she was little. I asked if she still had them and Aunt Dawnie got a funny look on her face. She said something about how she was silly and got rid of them.
It's weird how Auntie Dawn gets funny looks on her faces so much. Just like Mommy and Daddy and Uncle Xander and Aunt Willow do when I ask why we have so much cherry Kool-Aid in the fridge or why Mommy and Daddy go out at night or why Daddy always sleeps during the day.
It's a different look than when Aunt Anya's here and she says things about getting "happies." Why doesn't Mommy and everyone else want Aunt Anya to be happy?
I had a party today at the ice rink. Lots of my school friends came, but no boys except for Jesse, of course. They have cooties.
We had ice cream cake and Mommy and Daddy gave me funny looks when Mommy said she was thirsty and Daddy said he was too and I asked Daddy where his Kool-Aid was. But then Jennie skinned her knee and she cried and then my party wasn't so fun anymore.
I'm tired and Mommy just said I have to go to bed now.