Abby was being silly while I was cooking super. I set down my spoon and started tickling her, and asked her, "What are you made of, Abigail Elizabeth? Silliness?"
She looked at me, very serious, and said, "Oh, Mommy, don't you know? I'm made of MEAT!"
Monday, August 25, 2008
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