Friday, September 26, 2008
Her father's daughter
I was making oatmeal early in morning and Mali was growing impatient. As I opened the fridge for the milk, she spied a container of leftover chicken nuggets. So what did she do? Plops down on the floor and eats two of them. COLD! 6:45 AM! They don't call her "Jonathan Junior" for nothing.
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EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW MALIEEEEEEE!!!! We still love you!
Awesome, Amalia is my hero of the day.
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