Monday, March 23, 2009

Different Girls

This afternoon, as I pulled the car into the garage, I asked Ava, "Are you my girls?" She replied with, "No, we're different girls, and we live in a different house."

Well, there you go!
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Jill said...

That's funny! When I ask J if he's my boy, he tells me "no. me dadda's boy."

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