Jan. 13, 1922
Eleven Months Old!
My cold is better but I am still confined to the house. The medicine is very bad and I’ve learned to open my mouth to take it as though I liked it—and then spit it out! Sometimes my parents fool me by giving me a spoonful of my beloved orange juice and then, when I’m all set for the next spoonful, pouring a spoonful of medicine down my throat so quickly that I swallow it before I realize their crime—But they always give me some more orange juice right away, so I forgive ’em!