The conversation at the dinner table while were eating the tasty dinner Elena made.Allan: I need a bib.
Elena: Why? You a baby Allan?
Allan: I not a baby LENA!!!! Mom , tell Lena I not a baby.
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About Me
- Helen
- I'm married to the love of my life, Scott. He and I stay on the go with our 4 children, ages 13, 12, 11 & 4.
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