Summer gives me the SO MUCH time to hang out with my friends! I get to invite them over to play video games, stay up WAY past our bedtime, eat TONS of junk food, and of course, have AWESOME all out pillow battles! The other day we took our battle into the living room where Mom was drinking wine—whatever that is.
Just as I was about to nail Tommy, I heard Mom yell “No!” Then I looked back and saw Josh standing over a REALLY bad spill, looking REALLY scared. What’s weird was—Mom was WAY nicer to him than she ever is to me! I mean, c’mon Mom! But I guess she figured the spill would come right up—and it did. Cause we’ve got Downs. But Mom still started a No Pillow Fights in the Living Room Rule. Ugh…
There is nothing that I love more than summer time. No school with all day to do fun things, especially PLAYING BASEBALL! Going up to the diamond with my friends is a blast! My favorite thing to do is SLIDE. My friends and I have contests to see who can kick up the biggest pile of dirt. The bad part is—Mom doesn’t like it when I come home “covered in mud.” I’m just glad we have Downs! That way, she can only be upset about me getting dirt on my clothes—not the carpet. I just tell her that the pros get dirt on their clothes, and I bet their Moms don’t yell at them about it. Right?
Apparently it is true that we all scream for ice cream… Mom sure did scream the other day when she saw mine falling off the cone. I think it was just never on there right to begin with—but Mom still seems to think it was my fault somehow. Anyway, it’s like she totally forgets we have Downs! But it’s like she says, bad habits are hard to break. And when she sees a big mess about to happen, she screams “Stevie, th…” Then she remembers that even I can’t stain the carpet. NOTHING can. It’s like, invincible.
Hot dogs are ALMOST a mess-proof food… They’re all magically held together inside the bun—you don’t even NEED a plate. At least I thought so until the other day, when the mustard on my hot dog spilled out all over me AND the carpet. I’m SO lucky because when I do make a mess, Downs has my back. And thank GOODNESS—otherwise Mom would never let me eat anything… let alone hot dogs.