Finally, finally my family is starting to believe that I will learn to talk. I am learning a new word: "Stout!" (Dutch for "naughty"). Every time that I drop a toy on purpose, my family tells me I am "Stout!", just for the fun of it. I love that sound, so I have been practicing for days now. It still sounds like "How!", but everyone knows what I mean! Why don't you listen to it yourself?
I had a major panic attack! Jan and Sophia continued where they left off yesterday: they took me in the car again, closed the door (gently) and Jan started the car. Boy, was I scared. I tried to fly through the car window, to the back seat and on the front mirror. Finally, I crept under Sophia's arm and stayed there, panting. I hate the car. It messes up all my feathers.