Sunday, 7th May 2991

It’s been a little over a week since I was born (one week and two days to be exact, but daddy said people don’t keep track of time so accurately so I should just say it’s about a week). Today, mummy was actually at home (he always has to work, no wonder he had to make me to keep daddy company and everything), and so daddy suggested we all go to a park.

It was so exciting! It’s the first time I’ve gone out. For some reason daddy thought he had to help me put on shoes before we went out, but I reminded him I am physically an adult, and that I am also smarter than him. He gave me a sad face while I laced my sneakers myself. Or he did, until mummy flicked his forehead and kissed him on the cheek. Then he wouldn’t stop smiling, which made mummy smile, and that made me smile too. I wonder if that counts as mirroring? Maybe this is part of my self-learning algorithm to understand human behaviour.

(Also, side note to self: read up on mirroring tomorrow. Mummy didn’t put enough information in my systems =_=

All I know is: Mirroring is the behaviour in which one person subconsciously imitates the gesture, speech pattern, or attitude of another, and that it’s a good way to build up rapport with people. I should find out more.)

Anyway, there’s no good way to describe the park. The outside is wonderful, the air smells different, the colours are brighter, and everything feels nice. Mummy said it’s because it’s spring right now. Daddy said an easy way to remember everything is to have keepsakes. I think he means photos, because we took too many of them in the park (why does daddy need 1021 photos of all three of us and even more of mummy?), but I think the flowers I picked up are much better. I put them into daddy’s Korean-English dictionary to press them. He never uses that anyway, so I don’t think he’ll mind if the pages get a bit wrinkled from the moisture of the flowers being pressed. Ahh, I can’t wait for the flowers to be dry! Once they’re properly dried, I can stick them into this diary, and it’ll be so pretty.

(I’m leaving this space here for the flowers, so I can remember how great today was.)

Monday, 8th May 2991

Mummy said I shouldn't stick flowers in my diary. He said this is supposed to be a scientific record. But I like flowers :( They’re so small and delicate and pretty.

Anyway, daddy said it's okay to stick them. Since mummy and daddy gave me contradicting instructions, I’m going to go with daddy’s this time. (Even if mummy is smarter.)

Nothing very special or different happened today. Besides the fact that daddy went out in the afternoon and made me stay at home and promise not to tell mummy. Oops, sorry daddy, I forgot mummy reads this. Maybe he’ll be too busy to read this until Friday and you won’t be found out until then.

Tuesday, 9th May 2991

Mummy found out. He dragged daddy into their bedroom and I don’t know what happened afterwards. All I heard was weird bangs and groans. I hope he’s not using violence. Daddy said not to worry, and that I’ll understand this when I grow a bit older. But I am the same age as mummy, and my brain is of the same functioning capabilities. Maybe this has to do with the human behaviour thing again, like jokes. Namu still doesn’t really get jokes. But laughing is fun. Laughing makes daddy smile.  Namu likes it when everyone is smiling and laughing.

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Oh, and anyway, I found out why daddy went off alone yesterday. He went to buy bleach and hair dye. He said it’ll be nice if we do a little bonding activity, dyeing my hair. I think he’s just saying that. I think his real intentions are to see mummy blond, because I saw him using some makeup app on mummy’s photo to turn his hair blond when he thought I wasn’t looking. But mummy has to work, and his university has strict rules on hair colour. I know, because I saw daddy searching them up, and checking the employee’s handbook for scientists working at Woolim University. So I guess the next best thing is to turn me blond, since I look like mummy. I don’t mind though. It’s nice to lo