On Friday night, we went to a wedding. It was way fun, especially since I got to drink pop, which my mom never gives me. First, I just got the end of my cousin Luke's shirley temple...
... and before you know it, all the boys are bringing me drinks. Mom says it's a bad sign of things to come. I don't know what that means.
The next morning we got to go swimming. Remember when I hated swimming? How silly was that! I had such a good time that I kept trying to throw myself out of the arms of whoever was holding me at the time.