Friday, February 3, 2012

It's in the genes...

I am rarely surprised by the strange things my children do. Why, you ask?

Because I married a man who manages to inhale cous cous up his nose at dinner, has to show me how well he can lunge everytime he puts on tight jeans, and has been known to eat play-doh in his adult years.

Really, by reproducing with that, what did I expect?

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