We're driving home from a birthday party and the girls are over sugared and over exhausted.
Zanzi: (Total whine, almost crying) I don't know how to get home!
Zanzi: Papa, are your teachers ugly?
Papa: I'm the teacher, am I ugly?
Zanzi: Oh yeah!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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