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| that microphone was the best $1 Aunt Heidi ever spent! |
She is he and me rolled into a beautiful flower of mischief and precocious magic. When she dances the kitchen linoleum might as well be a ballroom floor and her torn overalls might as well be a princess dress as she twirls with silly grace and giggles. She holds the pink sparkly Dollorama microphone against her lips and paces from living room to entryway and back again. "
Sfinkol, sfinkol wittol tawr, uptabuva wurd so hi," or "
Tum on Bawrbee, wets dough pawtee - o, o, ooo, yeah!" And never has Twinkle Twinkle shone so bright or
Aqua performed
Barbie Girl with more passion. And when she squeezes my neck and pats my hair and says, "
you be my gurl!" I am a puddle and she owns me. "
I not beebee, I wittol gurl."
"How much do you love me, Noa?"
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I yuv you two minutes, mummy." Hug. Kiss. "
You be my gurl. Evfur an evfur."
As if I could argue with that.
"And when she squeezes my neck and pats my hair and says, "you be my gurl!" I am a puddle and she owns me"
ReplyDeleteYou are so sweet haha. This cracks me up cause I can just imagine it :