Steve was leaving Thursday morning to go to the chiropractor and realized that the battery in the Mazda was dead. So he opened the garage door and shouted down the hallway, "Babe, the Mazda is dead and I'm taking the Pilot." Esther, sitting next to me, looked at me and said, "Is daddy flying to the doctor?" Love how that little mind works.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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Thanks for stopping by =). Too ironic! And he even spells it with a "ph" wow.
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