because we sit on our sorrows and sing.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Take the potty train...
"Mommy," Anaya informed me today, "Skyler is my son now."
"Good," I responded, opening the potty chair. "You potty train him then."
Skyler dashed to me and peered inside the potty. "Where's da potty train?"
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