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my son (bless his little heart) keeps bringing me all the candy that he knows I like...he's being sweet so of course I have to say thank you and eat it. (it's all about the children afterall) but seriously...make it stop!
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Candy? What candy? All I can see is a beautiful princess face! Lovely.
Me too! I can relate. :(
my son (bless his little heart) keeps bringing me all the candy that he knows I like...he's being sweet so of course I have to say thank you and eat it. (it's all about the children afterall) but seriously...make it stop!
Tell her that if you see the candy again, you going to eat it ALL. She'll hide it from you.
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