They finally got to me. But did they get to me or do they act like they do because I did it first? (Don't answer that mom.)
Call her an inner-brat or an inner-princess, whatever fits your fancy but I love my little Hazel!
They finally got to me. But did they get to me or do they act like they do because I did it first? (Don't answer that mom.)
Did there have to be so much pain and suffering and and fighting and burning of flesh and choking of people and blowing up of planets and torture and carbon freezing of people for him to get there?
Kids NEVER look dumb, of course. They are very cute in their awkward skill acquisition. I, on the other hand, may have scared them a little bit with my hula hoop moves.
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