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Sunday, May 23, 2010
Overheard on the changing table.
Marty to Hugo: "I have to love you unconditionally because you're my son, but I
actually
like
you. I'd
choose
to hang out with you. None of my other friends have the guts to just grab my nose, but you just do it, and I like that."
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Toes are yummy. So, so yummy.
Overheard on the changing table.
Daddy & Hugo x4.
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