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Sunday, August 23, 2009
That's my boy!
Mac: We should adopt a kid, mom. Me: Hell no. There's no adopting or giving birth around here. No more kids! Mac: Aw gee mom, think of all the poor, hungry, little faces of the kids at the orphanairium.
now I'm sad thinking about the kids at the orphanairium :-(
ReplyDeleteAnna: Im sorry I made you sad...
ReplyDeleteAh precious! I just looked up that word and it IS actually a term for orphanage. Clever boy that one.
ReplyDeleteWe are getting our foster parent license back because I always feel like your young lad. It does hurt the heart though.:)
Shan.... it's a real word?!? OMG- that little shit probably knew it all the time and was just waiting to smack me with it at some point. Wow.
ReplyDeleteLearn something new every day, eh?