Thursday, January 7, 2010

There's something rotten in the state of... Arkansas.

I walked into the room where Laura was, and got hit in the face with the stench of the latest poopy diaper. I asked her, "Are you poopy?" She immediately shook her head and said, "No, Cat..." and pointed at Noche. I couldn't help but laugh, though she stared at me like I was insane.

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