I woke up a few hour's later and I clung to daddy, feeling like I'd spit up again. He picked me up and laid me on his chest as mummy played a recording of daddy singing my favite song, the bwutterfly song he wrote. It's so pwetty, I wiggled and giggled, dancing awong to the music. daddy giggled and smiled at me as he sang along, mummy was getting a going away bag ready, and it was a bigger bag then normal. I wondered where we could be going, I have no idea. I saw mummy grab mwy blankie, swo I knew it would bwe overnight. Daddy was still singing, and I wiggled around, I was tired tho so I stopped and crawled over to my toys. I wove to play wiff twucks and daddy was gonnna go make dinner. Mummy walked overs to mwe and Pwicked mwe up, "Why don't you go help daddy cook?" When she said that I smiled and ran to him to help.
