LISTEN: You need to come to Duluth *right now* so that your girl and my nine-year-old boy can pal up. Apparently, there was a bolt of cloth somewhere, and they both were cut from it.
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7 comments:
When you're bored and your my eight-year-old, you turn your morning vitamins into warring monsters.
My child did this on her fingers only instead of a family, it was the members of boy band One Direction.
I like M's version better.
LISTEN: You need to come to Duluth *right now* so that your girl and my nine-year-old boy can pal up. Apparently, there was a bolt of cloth somewhere, and they both were cut from it.
CUTE!!
Ha! She's so clever.
That's ridiculously adorable!
this made me insanely happy
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