Monday, March 10, 1975

Alex is stupid. He got outside and almost walked into the street. Mom was busy, and Alexander was at work, so nobody was watching him. I had to stop the dumb baby. But he cried a lot when I did. Mom heard him crying and ran outside. She yelled at me for making him cry, and for opening the door. I told her I didn't, but I did. She wasn't listening, anyways, because she was too busy trying to make stupid Alex stop crying, so I went to my room. When Alexander got home he came in. I told him to go away when he knocked, but he came in anyway. He said that mom told him to talk to me. I didn't want to talk to him. I wanted him to go away. But he wouldn't go away until I talked to him, so I told him what happened. He said I had to be more careful with Alex because he's little. He didn't yell at me, though. He told me it was time for supper, and then we went to the dining room to eat. Alex wasn't crying anymore, and mom was smiling. I'm supposed to be in bed now. Good night.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      -Vincent