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This afternoon as I was passing by the girls, cuddled together under a blanket and watching Stuart Little...
E: "Mom, what is Ashlyn allergic to?"
E: "Gr. She gets to pet cats." (E laments her cat allergy frequently)
02/04/2011 in Baby Book | Permalink
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