Oh no, oh no, oh no!!! This is not happening! Today my mother decided to use one of the babysitting coupons that I gave her for Mother’s Day so she could do some shopping and have lunch with Ms. Cowoline at Le Snout.
We spent the morning playing checkers and coloring in Millie’s coloring books. It was all going just fine until lunchtime when I told Millie that she couldn’t have any ice cream until she finished her carrot sticks. I don’t know what the problem was because my mother does that all the time and Millie just eats the carrots. But for some reason when I told her to eat them she just folded her arms and said ‘no!’ I said fine and put away the ice cream and next thing I know she was having a full-out tantrum! I dragged her into her room and said she could come out when she calmed down.
She stayed in there for a long time so I just read my book in my room. After a while I decided to check in on her and when I walked into the room, she was gone! She had torn a page out of her coloring book and wrote a note in crayon:
Deer Molly
U fink u ken tel mee wot tu du cus u r mi babeesitr but u wer reely meen tu mee tudday. I dont haf tu lissin tu u cus u r not mi mommee. I em gowin tu run awey frum hom and u wil bee sorree u wer meen.
goobi frevr
Millie
Where could she be? My mother is going to freak out! She will never trust me again!
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I know how to translate the message! Here is the original message: Deer Molly
U fink u ken tel mee wot tu du cus u r mi babeesitr but u wer reely meen tu mee tudday. I dont haf tu lissin tu u cus u r not mi mommee. I em gowin tu run awey frum hom and u wil bee sorree u wer meen.
goobi frevr
Millie Well, Here’s the translation: Dear Molly, You think you can tell me what to do you are my babysitter but you were really mean today. I don’t have have to listen to you ’cause you are not my mommy. I am going to run away from home and you will be sorry you were mean. Goodbye Forever, Millie
I’m sorry Molly! That must be awful!