At home

Daddy was painting the door then I came and ask him: "Could I paint, too. Pleeeeeeease!" He said "sure why not."

Then I tried to immitate him lamely. It turned out that I was a bad painter. So I asked him to show me how to do it.

And finally he tought me how to do it

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I like rollor-skating so I rollor-skate with my dad. He cude hold my hand and go up-hill. I like to go down-hill.