“Mama and I have been in the car a lot this week. We take the kids to the big white church we like and they get to stay. I have to leave with Mama. I don’t get it. We used to go there altogether for classes and I saw all my friends. So when we leave I fuss a little.

She and I do different things. We drive around a lot and go to lots of stores. We eat snacks, too. That’s fun. Today we went with some other people to a place with round things that taste like cinnamon. Mom spread soft cheese on it, and I had to chew and chew. And as I chewed and chewed, I chewed my finger. I cried alligator tears and was mortified. It was awful.

Then we drove more and more. I like doing things with Mama. She lets me walk in the parking lots and we take our time. She stops to blow her nose a lot. Something she calls allergies. I’m glad I don’t have them.

I wonder where we will go tomorrow. “