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Chasing Lyla

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Witty


Lyla on the changing table:

"Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop."

I kept a straight face until the ninth or tenth poop, but then I totally lost it.
Posted by Dan at 7:49 PM

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