stating the incredibly obvious
Raising a son is soooooo different from raising a daughter. I have NEVER heard this come out of Abby's mouth:
I'm a monster flying horse.
ROAR.
I'm a monster flying horse.
ROAR.
Previously: The rants and ramblings of a stubborn, sarcastic, opinionated, romantic cynic. Now basically: Little snippets of my life with a preschooler and a school-aged kid.
2 Comments:
AHa ha ha ha. I love that kid! More and more he makes me okay with possibly having a boy.
Yup.
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