My Favorite Things

My name is Amos. I may not say much, but I can articulate the important stuff. Fortunately, these people I live with understand me. My blankie is key. I have two of them and like them within shouting distance at all times. My mother is a given too. She is my interpreter and mind reader, not a great one but good enough. I adore a swing. I mean, I use the word fwing a thousand times a day. My family gets bored with fwinging, but not me. Sand is quite delectable too. I can sit in it, scoot on my fanny, and lie down with my face pressed against its’ coldness. I prefer to eat donuts, mini-wheats, muffins, cupcakes and ice cream. My mom says I better enjoy vacation as the time of donuts is nearing a close. I don’t like the sound of that. The beach suits me, but I miss school. I may not admit it, but I have been known to fall into my teacher’s arms some mornings. School has a fwing just for me, too. Perfection. I’m actually low maintenance despite my mother’s tendency to be dramatic. She just gave me a mean look.

My point exactly.

Love,
Amos