Last Saturday night with the Nyenhuis’ that came to visit us from
The waiter was really funny. He knew how to whistle his stomach out and also he knew how to do jokes. He pretended to spill coffee on my gramma. It was fun there. At first I didn’t want to go. If I didn’t go, I would have missed all the fun. It wouldn’t have been as fun if it weren’t for me.
When Jan and Keith were here, Keith was so hilarious. He tried taking quite a bit of my toys and little figures. And his singing is more hilarious than his acting. He taught me this song: I love coffee, I love tea, I love the java and the java loves me.
And also Jan made this very good recipe while they were here—potatoes and very good chicken. I hope my gramma makes it. That would be good. I wish they didn’t leave. They left this morning. I miss them. I prayed that they would have a safe trip home.
I hope that I can go back to the restaurant with my Uncle Jeff.