M: This afternoon, I want to go to Target and Michael's.
W: What's Michael's?
M: A craft store.
W: A craff store?
M: A craft store.
W: A crap store?
'Nuff said.
Wrig's note: Then Mommy whispered into my ear, "A craft store, with an F." Then Mom had trouble figuring out how to do the kite. Bye!
Friday, November 11, 2005
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