The Social Worker (part 1)

Mom and Dad met the social worker last Tuesday. They talked and talked for 3 hours. All they did was talking - no playing! Nothing! Just some boring bla-bla-bla but I think it went well. He asked a lot of questions and visited the house. They will meet him again (yes ... aaaagain) in a few days. He will talk some more to Mom and Dad seperately this time. Two hours each and after that, there only be one talking session left to finish this evaluation. I think they're crazy to do all that...

The Medical

Mom and Dad now had to go see the doctor. They had to pee in a cup and the mean lady poked them with a needle; and it was a pretty big needle! Surprisingly, it didn't even hurt them... Then a few days later, they got a message on the screen machine with butons (Daddy has lots of thoses around the house...) with a paper saying that they were healthy and would live forever.

Forever. That's how long mom says she's been waiting...

"Hey mom, send the file allready!!!"

The Gathering

Papers are boring. Realy boring. Not even a little picture or drawing in there but just some stuff written with a machine. Mom and Dad started a collection of thoses and they keep piling them up and put them in a file on which there's a picture of a little girl that looks a lot like me. In a few months, they will send all thoses papers away and I hope that will be the end of it. Mom seems tired of running around for all thoses papers. What's the point, I mean it's only paper: just write your stuff on it and pile it. Soon, they will take some photographs of the house to send with all the papers... I presume they don't want the file to get lost so they've included a pictures of the house... In case something happens - you never know!