Tuesday, October 02, 2007
From the mouthes of babes
Today is Mini-me's birthday. Yesterday he was running around skipping singing, "tomorrow is my birthday, tomorrow is my birthday." Then he walks up to me with a HUGE pout, "Why did you have to pick me last?"

You see, he's the youngest of four :-)

I told him, "It doesn't really work that way, hon."

He stared at me for a long time then turned and walked off. In a little huff I can hear him say, "Still wish she wouldn't have picked me last. I hate being last."

I am soooooo laughing at this!

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Written at 1:02 PM by Denise McDonald.
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