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June 04, 2014
The Real Reason
First, she told me she was a bandit. Then, she said that she drew on her face because she was mad at me. Why was she mad at me? Because I wouldn't let her have a third piece of cake.
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Jessica
said…
I burst out laughing at that one! What a four year old thing to do! Is her hair really that red or is it the light? How have missed that before?
GraceGal
said…
Delightful!
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