Izzyisms Volume 16

On July 21, 2011, in Kid, by Wendy

Bunnies come from the moon an dthey eat my cake.
I don’t want to trade my bunny for a hammer!
I love you so much because you are squishy.
You are my favorite mommy ever.
At the end of a long day looking at the Picasso exhibit at the DeYoung Museum: Mommy, I’m going to melt down. Can we go home now?


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