Me: Ethan, what do you want for lunch today?
Ethan: All I need to fill me is my Mom’s love.
Me: You’re my sweetest boy.
Ethan: Oh, I forgot. I can’t eat your love. It’s trapped inside your heart. I’ll just have a grilled cheese.
Someone needs to punch her in the face.
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Married mom of three raised in and currently living in Virginia Beach, Virginia. I love anything outdoors, but only in the Summer. I HATE the cold weather! (more)
Friday, March 23rd, 2007
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