when he sees that a shortage of the grown-up variety forced me to swipe one of his Toy Story Band-Aids.
And so appears another crack in my dignity.
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3 comments:
Halllllllllelujah, Halllllllelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hal leeeeea lu jah! =D
Speck says you always sing that when you get hurt. How did I not notice that before?
From being a kindergarten principal, if I need a band aid at school, those are the kind I have to wear. I have been with your mother for over 40 years and have never heard her sing that for any reason!!!
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