I think my 2 year old was hired to kill me and make it look like an accident.
She keeps putting things all of the the kitchen floor... slippery things... And lest we forget, I cannot see my feet.
If I die in my kitchen on a messy floor of upside down pot lids, plastic bags and dress up clothes, please notify the police that it was probably not an accident.
At least I got to go to Whitney's Christmas Concert before I die... it was the best choir concert I've ever been to. Mr. McMullen really knows how to get things done.
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