Moments after I published that last post J started hollering from his bedroom. I went in and asked him what was the matter. "Mommy, my p.... hurts when I poke it with my finger."
Surely there's an obvious solution to that problem.
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I think you should right what he says every day. He could start his own blog.
He is so funny!
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