Dining table


This morning when I woke up, I wanted to sit down at the dining table to draw / write instead... Well, not that I dislike my own table but I feel more like "an adult" when I do so. Especially when Mommy is writing, I wanted to follow her, so I ended up at the dining table with her. Of course its rather dangerous as just recently, I pulled the table cloth & broke a cup. Well, unless Mommy is around with me; otherwise, I wont be allowed to sit at the dining table by myself without supervision.

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