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"But mommy. Your little sister [who passed away as a baby] can't fly in the stars. She needs a spaceship to do that."
Posted at 10:33 AM in Quinlan-isms | Permalink
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That is awesome.
June 25, 2007 at 10:20 PM
LMAO at AndreAnna!
Busy Mom |
June 24, 2007 at 09:02 PM
Angie in Texas |
June 24, 2007 at 05:23 PM
How friggen adorable. My parents told my nephew that his dog Paige was dying and when she passed away, she'd go and be with God. Then, with a straight face, he looks at me and says "But what the heck is God doing to do with a dead dog?"
June 24, 2007 at 04:11 PM
Queen Heather |
June 24, 2007 at 03:27 PM
You knew I'd love that one.
June 24, 2007 at 02:23 PM
Well, sure. Why didn't I think of that?
June 24, 2007 at 02:01 PM
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