Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Zachary, it's what's inside.












Oh Zachary, my sweet child. There's nothing better than coming back from the bathroom and finding you gone missing. As if my blood pressure wasn't borderline high already, and I didn't have a natural tendency towards over-reacting.Thank goodness you find your own antics amusing, and can't help but giggle at your insubordination. I love you my dear, but you may just be the death of me.

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