Bulttaengi, I will tell you about today. Mama Luna and Papa John will take turns talking.
Told by twoA day
The morning sun sparkled. Papa made crunchy toast.
In the daytime, Mama watered the flowerpot. A little sprout popped right up.
In the evening, Papa came home early. We took a walk together.
At night, the stars came out. Papa counted one, and Mama counted one.
Good night, sweet dreams
That is how the day went by. I will tell you tomorrow, too, Bulttaengi.
All done!