"I'm a pony and my name is Silver. But I can fly and talk. My wings are a bit dirty. I got some water on my belly and it went straight into my blood!"
How will I make it through the day when she grows up and I don't get to hear stuff like this on a daily basis?
Perhaps need a few more kids. Though yesterday they drove me up the wall so much that I had to show them how close I was to imminent explosion - about 1 mm. We were all kind of curious to see the explosion. It didn't happen, perhaps because the kids kept hushing each other - "remember, she might explode!"
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i need to explode less. then it perhaps might have more force.
Grandkids. All of the funny, but you send them home when you're ready to explode.
Silver the pony, I love it! I can't wait for my toddler to start to speak, as for now, she mainly expresses herself with a very urgent-sounding "mummy"... It's kind of frustrating for both of us because sometimes I just can't figure out what she wants to tell me.
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