Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Warm Juice

Charlotte: *grunting and staggering toward me*

Me: Are you trying to poopie?

Charlotte: *falling into my lap* No. I drank warm juice . . . and it make me walk slow. So slowly. *thoughtful pause* But I can still run fast. 

(March 17, 2015)


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