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06 September 2008

Our morning conversation

ER: "Mama?"
me: "Yes, Elena?"
ER: "Don't eat my poopie."
me: "Okay. I won't."

ER: "Papa?"
me: "What about Papa?"
ER: "Papa don't eat my poopie."
me: "I'll let him know."
Posted by Serena at 08:14
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1 comment:

nivchek said...

LOL! That's just great! Oh, and guess what? Gabriel is almost 100% toilet trained. Boxer shorts were the trick.

September 10, 2008 at 11:22 AM

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