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Monday July 19
Hello! My name’s Kate Snow. Well, my full name is Kate Bazilton Snow, but no one ever calls me that. My dad thought it would be a good idea if we all kept a diary for a week. So, here goes. My favorite colour is purple. I don’t have any pets but I want a puppy. They are cute, but my dad says I can’t ‘cause he’d drain it. I am 10 years old and my birthday is August 2. I was adopted by my dads when I was a year old. I like watching the television, colouring and drawing, music and listening to my dads read me stories. I play violin, like my dad. At first, I started to play violin because of him. I wanted to make him happy. To impress him. But after two years of playing it, it started to be for me instead. I also play a bit of piano. Oh! My dads are home! Got to go!
-K.S
Monday July 19
Simon here. For the record, Baz, this is a good idea, no matter what you say. So,
for the next week the three of us will be keeping a dairy together. Yay, I guess.
-Simon
Tuesday July 20
Fuck, Simon, this is not a good idea.
-Baz
Tuesday July 20
Language, dear.
-Simon
Tuesday July 20
What’s it matter? It’s nothing Kate’s never heard before, love. After all, she has you as a dad.
-Baz
Wednesday July 21
First of all, I’m not sure whether to be proud or dismayed by the fact our ten year old
Daughter probably knows more cuss words than I do. Second of all, what’s that last part
Supposed to mean anyway?
-Simon
Wednesday July 21
She probably does know more cuss words than you.
I didn’t mean anything by it.
Nothing at all.
-Baz
Thursday July 22
Careful there sweetie, you have a bit of sarcasm on your lip there.
-Simon
Thursday July 22
NOTED.
-Baz
Friday July 23
I would stick my tongue out at you but I can’t.
-Simon
Friday July 23
It wouldn’t have done much even if you did.
-Baz
Friday July 23
Actually, I think I’ve learned a few cuss words from the both of you.
-K.S
Friday July 23
I thought you were in bed, love.
-Baz
Friday July 23
Nope!
-K.S
Saturday July 24
Morning, loves.
-Simon
Saturday July 24
Morning dad!
-K.S
Saturday July 24
Morning, Simon. Morning, love.
-Baz
Saturday July 24
Good morning, dear. You forgot to make the coffee.
-Simon
Saturday July 24
I didn’t forget to make the coffee. We don’t have any left, so I couldn’t.
-Baz
Saturday July 24
You could have gone and bought some!
-Simon
Saturday July 24
I think tea is best.
-K.S
Sunday July 25
The tea we have isn’t caffeinated, love. If you decide to have kids when you’re older, you’ll understand.
-Baz
Sunday July 25
Fine. I’ll go get coffee. Don’t do anything too exciting while I’m gone.
-Simon
Sunday July 25
Wow, dear. Being a dad’s changed you.
-Baz
Sunday July 25
Same to you.
-Simon
Sunday July 25
Today’s the last day we have to write in this group diary.
-Kate
Sunday July 25
I hadn’t thought of that.
-Baz
Sunday July 25
I thought you’d be glad not to have to write in this anymore. I thought you thought it
Wasn’t a good idea. Oh, by the way, I got coffee and scones.
-Simon
Sunday July 25
I do hate writing in this. And anyway, why do we need scones?
-Baz
Sunday July 25
Because scones are good, damn it!
-Simon
Sunday July 25
Plus, are you sure you don’t like writing in it? Not even a little?
-Simon
Sunday July 25
Language, dear.
-Baz
Sunday July 25
We have tea in the cupboard, right? Plus, I know you like it at least a little, dad.
-K.S
Sunday July 25
Yes we have tea and why would you think that?
-Baz
Sunday July 25
Because you always write back really fast. Plus, if you didn’t, you would have gotten fed up with it sooner.
-K.S
Sunday July 25
You are an observant one, aren’t you?
-Baz
Sunday July 25
Yup!
-K.S
Sunday July 25
Love you, dad.
-K.S
Sunday July 25
You too, Love.
-Baz
Sunday July 25
And I love both of you even though neither of you were talking to me.
-Simon
Sunday July 25
Love you too dad
-K.S
Sunday July 25
Good.
-Simon.
Sunday July 25
We could just talk to each other, you know. We’re sitting two feet apart.
-K.S
Sunday July 25
Sounds good.
-Baz
Sunday July 25
Sounds good.
-Simon