So yesterday, Cliff couldn't find Bode... Well here he was. If you think he is not picking up things you do, you are wrong. He was sitting on the toliet (which I am sure was an accomplishment all by itself) with Cliff's sport magazine, pointing to the balls, sayings his only word "ball" over and over again. Like father like son....
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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