……I figured out how to change the direction of a cuss word by allowing my toddler to say it, too cute to see hate when she say it, even with a protruding brow and frowned face that’s archaic, if they had evil intent they’re too angelic to display it, if their souls was a tape, that recorded evil, it wouldn’t come out if you was to play it, with their lil pop bellies and legs tucked away in them Huggies pulling you towards the candy in the store, your last dollar is implored, upper cup, upper cup, left hook your heart is on the floor, pockets running for the door, and her cuteness doesn’t leave any witnesses they’re all threatening to testify against you in the store.. if you ain’t got no money left you had better steal them strawberry pop tarts to be for sure… Your Honor this baby has powers like I’ve never seen before..
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Aww, beautiful baby.lovely written
Thank you..
Funny how babies and parrots show the manners of their parents and owners. Had a neighbor at the end of the street that could never have the pastor over because of the language of the parrot. A fun read and cute as well
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