Last night, I was singing Eden a little song before bed. It was a sweet, quiet moment for the two of us. "Wait, wait" she says, putting her tiny little finger to her mouth and "shushing" me. I stop singing, and look at her expectantly...what does my little one need to tell me? Is she finally going to say those three words I've been waiting to hear?
She farted. Loudly. And then laughed hysterically.
She may look nothing like Evan, but there's no doubting that girl's paternity.
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Baaahahahahahahahahaaha! Love that!
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