Today is a Sunday. I cooked and did the laundry for Mom as a thanks for her taking care of me while I was sick. My food wasn’t so good, though. I wonder if I did the laundry ok. Dad ate my fried eggs even though I burnt hem. He’s such a good Dad. I think he might have been a bit rude to watch videos during breakfast, though. I wonder why Dad’s shorts are so large. They’re the size of my shirt. Mom’s brassiere is big, too. I wonder what that is about.