Zanzi: Come home tomorrow, okay Papa? Is that painful for you or is that okay with you?
Zanzi: I have a painful forehead.
Zanzi: Serious girls don't wear serious glasses.
Zanzi is writing down imaginary dinner orders.
Mama places an order for some pie.
Zanzi: But we don't have anything to make dessert.
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I just love reading your blog. Your girls are so cute.
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