Eating Crow Pie
I said I wasn't going to do that.
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
We're cuddled on the couch, forehead to forehead, nose to nose. His arms around my head, fingers in my hair.
"Yes?" I ask.
"Baby chicken die."
He gave himself the hiccups laughing at me laughing at him.
Travel & Dive Girl
So sweet! He is such a little romantic.
May 28, 2015 at 12:33 PM
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