Tuesday, April 17, 2007

I love my child...I love my child....

I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....

If I keep repeating it, that will make me less likely to lock him in a closet for the next four years, right?

I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....

Anyone want a houseguest? Me, or the kid--take your pick.

I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....I love my child...I love my child....

It's not working.

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