What a wonderful life . . . usually
January 12th 2007 9:23 pm
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Guess what, dear diary? Mama and I were cuddling on the couch. I was laying in her arms and I lived up to my "Stealth Bomber" nickname and left a silent stinkie . . . only some you know what escaped when I did and I left a smear of poop on mama's sleeve. She sighed and went and changed her shirt and scrubbed the sleeve on the shirt that had poo on it.
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