Ana asked me if two men sitting on a bench were daddies. "They might be daddies, Sweetheart," I replied.
Mishearing me, one of the men said, laughing, "No! I'm not your daddy, little girl!"
I know that! retorted Ana. My daddy toots.
Can't argue with her there.
Friday, April 2, 2010
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