Dear Diary,
Mother has been up in my face all day. She has been shrieking at Father that I'm not smiling at her enough and something must be wrong. Doesn't she remember teething? I told her loudly and firmly that I wasn't her trained monkey. That I don't do tricks. I don't think she understood because she kept saying "ba-ba-ba" in my face. This all started when my hearing teacher told Mother to mimic my sounds to encourage conversation. I grow tired of these exchanges.
Fondly,
Henry
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