The Beeeker, the Better

Beeek = BIG. And that's how I like things. When I want a sak (snack), I want a beeek one. "Want beeeek one. Dean hold beeek one." That means, don't break that cracker in half. But if you do, I want the bigger piece. More specifically, I want the hole box of crackers.

My voice is hoarse right now because I've been "adjusting" to our new home. When I go nigh nigh, I scream my brains out. And now my voice doesn't sound the same. It's very pathetic.

By the way, that's me up there in my mama's old school uniform. She wore that when she was five. I'm 2. I'm beeek.