Before I begin my blog post, I would like to say,
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMANTHA!"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMANTHA!"
Hey everyone! Welcome back. Today, I would like to talk about my little sister and cousin. They are extremely bad kids. They get into everything. I have no idea what I'm going to do with them. My little sister is Ashley and she turned 4 in August. She's not exactly my sister, she's my half-sister. My cousin's name is Joshua and he is about 3 or 4 (I forgot, so don't tell him. I know, I'm a bad cousin) and his birthday is in October. They get in trouble so much. Alone they are manageable, but together, they are unbearable. This past weekend, my mom, step-dad, older sister, 2 younger step-brothers, my half-sister, and I went up to Mariposa (not sure if I spelled it correctly) to visit my step-dad's parents. I haven't been there in years. It is so beautiful up there. It's 2 hours away from here, but only an hour away from Yosemite. Anyway, on Saturday, we made this huge bonfire to burn old wood, and my little sister saw it. Guess what happened when we got home. She built a bonfire with my cousin's toys at my auntie's house yesterday. Think about it people, my auntie has 3 girls and a son (Joshua). They have a ton of toys. So Ashley goes right into the toy room and dumps all the toys in a huge pile. When my auntie came in, her jaw literally dropped. When she asked Ashley what she was doing, Ashley said, "Yee-Yee, look, a bonfire." And she pointed at the pile and started blowing it like a real fire. And guess who she brought to help with this. Joshua. Now here's a question for you guys. Who ended up cleaning this all up? Me. Well not just me, my older sister, Ashley, and my auntie helped too.
Here's another story for you all. Today after dinner, Ashley drew all over my auntie's table. Guess what she used to draw with. A sharpie. A permanent marker. When my auntie saw, she said, "Who did this?" And Ashley said, "Joshua did it." When my auntie asked Joshua if he did it he said, "No." So my auntie looked around the room and saw her youngest daughter, Christina, and asked her if she saw anything. She said, "I saw Ashley do it." When my Auntie went back to Ashley, she said, "I didn't do it, Yee-Yee. Joshie did it." Before I continue with the story here people, here's a little question for you. What happens when little kids play with markers? Right, they get it on their hands. So when my auntie asked for the kid's hands, she saw that there were none on Joshua's, but 2 marks on Ashley's. What does that say about Ashley? It says that she is a liar at the age of 4. FOUR people. She hasn't even been to preschool for a year now and she is already lying. Anyway, guess who had to clean the table. You're wrong this time. I DID NOT clean it up this time. My grandma decided on her own free will to clean it up. I have no idea how long it took, but she got it off. Let's give her a round of applause.
You guys know what sucked about Ashley doing that to the table? She didn't even get in trouble with our mom. My mom came over to eat cake with everyone because it was my auntie's oldest daughter's birthday. When she saw what Ashley did, she was like, "No Dora the Explorer and Longan (Dragon Eye in Chinese-a type of fruit) for a week." When my oldest sister heard, she was like, "Yes no Dora!" I was mad though because guess what happened the next day. She got her Dora and Longan back. You know why I was mad. I was mad because when I was Ashley's age and I drew on the wall at my grandparent's old house in Oakland with a crayon (NOT a permanent marker), I got spanked in the butt with a hangar. I was thinking that it is so not fair. Since I'm comparing stuff about me and my sister, I might as well tell you guys my mom is spoiling her too much. My mom is going to buy her a DS and an itouch while my sister and I when we were her age only wanted a game boy to share. To share, not one each, and guess what she said. She said no. We had to ask our auntie to get it for us as a Christmas gift. I think I should stop now before I get too carried away. I'm not sure what I'm going to write about next week, so you'll just have to come back and find out. Until then, see ya!
Here's another story for you all. Today after dinner, Ashley drew all over my auntie's table. Guess what she used to draw with. A sharpie. A permanent marker. When my auntie saw, she said, "Who did this?" And Ashley said, "Joshua did it." When my auntie asked Joshua if he did it he said, "No." So my auntie looked around the room and saw her youngest daughter, Christina, and asked her if she saw anything. She said, "I saw Ashley do it." When my Auntie went back to Ashley, she said, "I didn't do it, Yee-Yee. Joshie did it." Before I continue with the story here people, here's a little question for you. What happens when little kids play with markers? Right, they get it on their hands. So when my auntie asked for the kid's hands, she saw that there were none on Joshua's, but 2 marks on Ashley's. What does that say about Ashley? It says that she is a liar at the age of 4. FOUR people. She hasn't even been to preschool for a year now and she is already lying. Anyway, guess who had to clean the table. You're wrong this time. I DID NOT clean it up this time. My grandma decided on her own free will to clean it up. I have no idea how long it took, but she got it off. Let's give her a round of applause.
You guys know what sucked about Ashley doing that to the table? She didn't even get in trouble with our mom. My mom came over to eat cake with everyone because it was my auntie's oldest daughter's birthday. When she saw what Ashley did, she was like, "No Dora the Explorer and Longan (Dragon Eye in Chinese-a type of fruit) for a week." When my oldest sister heard, she was like, "Yes no Dora!" I was mad though because guess what happened the next day. She got her Dora and Longan back. You know why I was mad. I was mad because when I was Ashley's age and I drew on the wall at my grandparent's old house in Oakland with a crayon (NOT a permanent marker), I got spanked in the butt with a hangar. I was thinking that it is so not fair. Since I'm comparing stuff about me and my sister, I might as well tell you guys my mom is spoiling her too much. My mom is going to buy her a DS and an itouch while my sister and I when we were her age only wanted a game boy to share. To share, not one each, and guess what she said. She said no. We had to ask our auntie to get it for us as a Christmas gift. I think I should stop now before I get too carried away. I'm not sure what I'm going to write about next week, so you'll just have to come back and find out. Until then, see ya!
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