When did you go from the chubby baby stuffed in a tutu to the sassy dancing queen, front and center? I’m not sure I signed off on this.
I love rain more than most people, but even I think this is a bit much.
Why are your hash browns so good? And so not good for me?
I love you. Let’s get married again. Say, this weekend?
It’s currently nap time. Go. To. Bed.