The Adventures of Melody Yellowvan
Mother of eight, wife of one, homeschooler, gifted education curriculum designer, art quilter, author, extreme night owl, Mormon.
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Thursday, December 31, 2015
Jack, running in his new socks, came sliding up to me, "I'm so fast! I'm the gingerbread man!"
Me: "You also smell poopy. Are you a poopy gingerbread man?"
Jack: "No! Gingerbread men can't be poopy. They don't have a bum!"
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