Sometimes watching Mom and Dad eat dinner makes me sleepy; and tonight I crashed. They promise me that this weekend they will let me try mushy rice cereal, which should perk me up. Earlier, Dad took me for a walk in my stroller in the hail and rain; we went to the duck pond and saw lots of ducks, but, sad to say, no killer nutria rats.This weekend we are going to the Oregon coast. I am fascinated by the possibility of sneaker waves. Dad says that once Mom and Dad's parents were almost sucked out to sea by a sneaker wave while Mom was taking their photograph; and she lost the camera in the water, though everyone survived. Good thing, that. Dad said he will read to me from the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary by campfire.
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