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Friday – You Gotta Have Goals
Mar. 13th, 2009 02:22 pm.
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Earlier this week, I was caring my 4 year old from the bathroom to the bedroom after his bath. He was wrapped in a brown towel that looks like a teddy bear. It has a little hood that has little bear ears on top, and bear eyes and a bear nose over his forehead. I was teasing him about looking like a bear.
"Aren't you a cute little baby bear," I told him.
"No, I'm not a baby bear. I'm a little boy," he corrected me.
"A little boy? Are you sure? You look like a little bear to me."
"Nope. I'm a boy." He was very serious; he wanted to clear up any confusion I might have about what species he belongs to. He yanked the hood of the towl off his head. "See?"
( Once apon a time, a Firefighter a Princess decided to be friends. They lived happily ever after. The end. )
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Earlier this week, I was caring my 4 year old from the bathroom to the bedroom after his bath. He was wrapped in a brown towel that looks like a teddy bear. It has a little hood that has little bear ears on top, and bear eyes and a bear nose over his forehead. I was teasing him about looking like a bear.
"Aren't you a cute little baby bear," I told him.
"No, I'm not a baby bear. I'm a little boy," he corrected me.
"A little boy? Are you sure? You look like a little bear to me."
"Nope. I'm a boy." He was very serious; he wanted to clear up any confusion I might have about what species he belongs to. He yanked the hood of the towl off his head. "See?"
( Once apon a time, a Firefighter a Princess decided to be friends. They lived happily ever after. The end. )
