...but I'm pretty sure that there was a time in my life when the centerpieces on my kitchen table weren't composed entirely of amphibians and invertebrates.
I don't know if allow is so much the right word...more of a weary acquiescence to an inevitability, perhaps. More importantly: if they're on the table, I know where they are.
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You allow toads on your table. You are still the coolest mom ever.
I don't know if allow is so much the right word...more of a weary acquiescence to an inevitability, perhaps. More importantly: if they're on the table, I know where they are.
I'm fearing the day one goes through my washing machine. (Seriously, I have to wash the clothes AND check the pockets?!)
Oh, the washer isn't so bad. The dryer, however....
Blech - you guys - you're seriously prompting me to return my man-child.
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