I have to climb in the dryer.
I love you, sweetgirl.
I love you, sweetmommy.
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- Their Giant
- I get their sippy cups, wipe their bums and kiss their owies. I am Their Giant.
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1 comments:
All of these sound pretty logical to me...well, except the dryer thing. :)
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