A few mornings ago, I began the wakeup process per usual.
You scared the crap out of me when I was drying my hair and bumped right into you in the bathroom.
Mama, you said, rubbing your eyes. I can't find Nemo.
Finding Nemo.
We found him smashed between the bed and wall. Smiling like the silly little clown fish he is.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
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