Wednesday February 8, 1995 Lark is two years old.
Dear Lark,
You're quite upset with me.
I've been home for lunch this hour. You played with two icecubes a few moments. Then you wanted something else and I couldn't understant what.
I noticed you're still wearing your clothes from yesterday and your diaper from last night. You didn't want to change. I slipped your diaper off. After crying on your bed a few minutes you brought me a clean diaper. You like to apply your own vaseline and powder, so I let you. You want to fasten the diaper too, but I did that while you were putting the lid on the vaseline (which you also insisted on doing). I asked if you'd like to choose something to wear. You didn't. I left you crying and now you've stopped.
Two is hard for you.
You have crawled into my bed under my covers and fallen asleep.
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