Friday, February 15, 2008
T.M.I.
Anna just came running into the bedroom where I was checking my email for the 8th time. I don't ever get any so I don't know why I keep checking. Anyway, Anna came running in and said, "Mommy! Daddy's tummy hurts! He need a band-aid! He passed gas! He feel better." Just thought everyone should hear that one.
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Poor Jobe...
I just read this one to Peter outloud. We had a good laugh. :)
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