Today, it was fun and humid and rainy and we went to the park in the middle of August and had a picnic with our new neighbors (not Mr. Fish)...actually, the little girl's name is Izzy, so of course my kids call her Sophie. Anyway, Max comes up to us and says, "When we get home, we're going to get a knife and cut up Bryn and then we'll cook her and eat her and she'll taste just like chicken." Not sure where to go with that one.
Last week, we were driving and Max looks at me and says, "Mom, we don't have any African-Americans in my Primary". Hmm.
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What a delight to hear more of your extraordinary life, Rachelle! I can't wait to hear more next week!
Its great idea....
Its very nice & extraordinary....
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oh dear goodness! dont know about the chicken flavor but shes too cute to eat! and at least your son is politically correct
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