Tonight when we were playing outside, Diva asked me to lift her up so she could hang from a low tree branch. When she was hanging we had a conversation that went something like this...
Diva: Look, Momma! I'm a slob!
Me: You mean a sloth?
Diva: Yes! I'm a slob!
At least she admits it . . .
Prayer for the President of the United States
3 years ago
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