RF: Little girls are made of sugar, and spice, and everything nice.
MF: Not me, I'm made of black holes, unending pits of doom and bombs. Cause I'm mean.
Me: I don't know, I'm a little annoyed right now, so we'll see once we get home.
WF: Mom, how can you be annoyed at Meatheads? It is happiness between two buns!
MF: I don't have an ear infection yet but it's coming. It's like the ear infection train, next stop MF's ear *choo choo*
Sunday, September 16, 2012
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