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Wordful Wednesday 9/8

Every so often I feel the need to post photos of random children that I don't know (my sister's youngest but I'm protecting her identity)
All in a feeble attempt to prove to myself and the world that my children are completely normal in comparison.
Yep. Completely normal.

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  1. Kristina P.September 8, 2010 at 9:00 AM

    That last picture is hilarious.

    You have beautiful children!

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  2. CountessLaurieSeptember 8, 2010 at 10:07 AM

    Ah, the plumber, the buckethead and the scarecrow...

    Those are quite, um, normal, around these parts :-)

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  3. Colleen (Shibley Smiles)September 8, 2010 at 10:33 AM

    Who needs normal anyway it is such a bore!


    I'm following you found you through Seven Clown Circus WW Link!

    Colleen
    www.shibleysmiles.com

    Come Link up your WW!

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  4. ParkersSeptember 8, 2010 at 11:28 AM

    You're right-- that was fun. My cheeks are sore.

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  5. June Freaking CleaverSeptember 8, 2010 at 7:12 PM

    What is this normal of which you type? I see happy, healthy kids - that is so much more than normal, it makes one giddy.

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