Every time I serve myself a beer M asks me if I am an alcoholic. I tell her that is not a term to use lightly but she insists that if I drink alcohol, I must be one.
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When I put j to bed tonight, I told him what a good big and little brother he is (he pulls a chair up to the crib and adjusts chupetes when babies cry while saying "what's wrong puppolone/a?"). I asked him if he knew who else was a little brother and told him that F was. J really does not get family relations ever, but this time he looked at me perplexed and inquired: how can a little brother drink beer?
edible !!!!
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