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Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Washing machine

I caught David chewing on the collar of his shirt.  When I asked him to stop chewing on his shirt, he responded, "But I'm washing it with my mouth."

Maybe I should let him do all his own laundry.
Posted by Alisa at 1:33 PM
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