If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. Author Unknown
Mommy what is on my feet
I don't know what this is doing on my feet
I think I am going to take it off
Here you go Mommy, you can throw the bug outside where it belongs..
Posted by MB at 9:03 PM
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