Dear Diareheaheayeehaw,Today I was shocked to read that I have a long lost brother. Mommy tried to explain to me that just because Roman calls Mommy, Mama doesn't mean that she is actually his mommy.
Mommy says that Roman has a Mommy already and that she is also famous and has problems with Paparats.
"It's like in school, when I used to call my teachers, "Mom" on accident. Sometimes I called my brother, "lover" on accident as well. Happens all the time," Mommy explained over a bottle of Enfamil Lipil.
I don't know who to believe. It's all very confusing to me. I already have a brother but Roman is closer to my age so maybe we can play hop on pop and jump on Daddy's rock hard abs and go weeeeeeeeeee like a private jet. Mommy and Daddy say that "first class is the only way to go." FYI, I totally agree.
P.S. FYI2: Paris is not my BF anymore. Now I have decided that I want someone a little closer to my age. I like Milo. This is his picture. We go swing together in the park. Jungle feva.
M = Magnificent
I = Ideal BF
L = Love his blonde locks
O = Oh baby, baby. How was I supposed to know that you were something something. I don't know the rest of the words to this song. Ok, bye.
ZMJ the great