Friday, December 17, 2010

Letters To The Penthouse Free Online



Last Saturday my son stayed with his uncle while my husband and I went to dinner with friends. Occurred over dinner the following conversion:

Uncle: D. want some meat?
Child: No, thanks.
Like his uncle did not say anything that gives you looking and says, "It says nothing."
My sister's response was not expected to burst out laughing and the boy turned to her all
seriously and release: is do not you know?.

The next day I was making dinner while my son and his father were in the dining room. As I got a thing of the microwave and hit me burn my arm so I let out a cry as he said: "Oh, I've burned." My son comes running into the kitchen while his father tells him: "runs pope, going to help mom."

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