Begging me to go down the waterslide and accusing me of not wanting to ruin my hair—the hair that was in a messy bun and hiding under a baseball cap—that hair. I did the slide thing, and Sly was satisfied.Begging for food. Lunch. A snack. Anything edible. Read their lips, "Snaaaaaack!" To which I say, "Take a few gulps of water, duh!"
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Why is it that swimming looks like SO much fun in December and January? I think you are the best mom e-ver to take them swimming!
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