A scared Ana led to me sleeping in her bed last night. She kept us up a bit late with her tender musings:
I love your nose.
I love your eyes.
I love your pretty brown hair. Papa Bear, he has brown hair too, but he has not much. He's brown hair has only a little bit. Not much. No, not much.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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