March 5, 2009 by blue milk
Lauca singing: Call me morbid, call me pale.
Me: Seems a little harsh, you’re only three.
Lauca singing: And if you have five seconds to spare, then I’ll tell you the story of my life.
Me: Well sure, five seconds seems about right, how much life story can you have at your age?
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That is probably the most darling-est thing in the world. I have never read anything as cute and sweet. I can’t wait till I have kids so I can get them to sing to The Smiths too!
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