I was making P pack away his mess in my room. As he was doing so, he was complaining, “There’s something bad about our country…yada yada yada” So I asked him, “What’s our country ba?” He said, “England!” (I thought, “This is gonna be good!”) Then I asked again, “Why do you say England, P?” “Mommy,” he said, “because we speak English!” Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!
Tuesday, 31 May,2005
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