Monday, April 08, 2013
I whisper little secrets to Evie when she's chilling in my lap. Sometimes I whisper poems or nursery rhymes or just something silly.
This past weekend she was sitting on my lap as we relaxed on the front porch. I can't remember what I whispered, but apparently she didn't think it was funny!
Silly kid! But we made up!
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