This morning at breakfast, grandma showed me pictures of the earthquake in Haiti. I felt so sad! There was a little girl with blood and bandages on her. The little boy in the photo here is okay:
I can't believe there might be children under there.
When I was eating breakfast yesterday, I left my crusts on my plate. Grandma looked cranky. She said "Why aren't you eating your crusts?" I said "I don't know. They're too hard?" Grandma said "There are children in Haiti with nothing to eat Madison! If they saw your crusts, they'd be fighting to get them like sea-gulls on a beach!" Now that made me feel really bad.
Did you see how she called me "MADISON" that time?