My baby turned 7 this weekend so I guess she is no longer a baby. Sometimes
I miss the chubby little rolly-polly she was, but then I think about poopy
diapers and sleepless nights and I'm happy to be past that.
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Me |
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B |
Style genes are obviously inherited.