Momma keeps trying to feed me something she calls cereal, with this weird contraption called a spoon... I don't know why we can't keep things the way they were, I'd rather play than try to eat this stuff. And so I do, I drive Momma crazy by giggling, sticking my hand in my mouth, blowing cereal bubbles (that one really gets her, so I do it lots), and pretty much anything else I can think of except eating that cereal stuff. Who thought this one up anyway.
End of School Year busyness
11 years ago
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