pixie dust patrol.
say cheese.
mommie where did this come from? could you put this on please? you aren't going to put it on...
i am making necklace soup.
these are not jammies. mommie, these are not jammies. these in my hand are not jammies.
mom, these are not jammies, at all.
so she goes into my closet and proceeds to change into her jammies, my closet has become the changing room. she leaps out and stares at herself in front of a mirror, then grins and dashes off into her space... "mommie, i'll get there super fast."
pillows are piled upon some yellow chairs that have been around since she was born, the yellows somehow have made it through multiple moves and conditions. her feet gently kick some blocks and bells as she ventures to her kitchen...
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Your writing is beautiful and honest - keep up the good work! Dont worry about a job - one will fall shortly. Be grateful for the time you have without one - seriously. I know money is important but so is happiness - take it from someone who has to learn the hard way. Miss you guys!
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