Today my little brothers birthday. He has turned into a big boy of five. A few weeks ago, I told him I was going to get him a pot of worms for his birthday, and he didn't believe me. But now I've come through, and I've just told him that when he wakes up from his nap I'm going to give him his pot of worms. For some strange resin Wyatt is not excited, he doesn't seem to want his worms, but don't worry he will like them when he sees them.
P.S. Just to let you all know, so you don't think I'm a terrible sister or something. I have a pot filed with crushed Oriels and gummy worms. It actually looks purity good. (o:
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