Sophia: When I am fussy, and I mean FUSSY . . . when I don't want to sleep or eat or play or poop or snuggle or be alone or have a dry diaper or even a wet diaper, when I don't want a bath or my veggies or fruit or even my Cheerios. When the world seems as though it couldn't get any worse.
Just put me in a box. It's the Little Things that make me happy.
Monday, February 16, 2009
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