"What am I going to be when I grow up?" Baby asks during dinner.
"What do you mean?" I inquire.
"I mean, am I going to be a giant, a dwarf, or normal?" Baby clarifies, somewhat gravely.
Showing posts with label can you imagine the angst of not knowing. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 26, 2014
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