Where he frolics on a lot of mist
In a land called Owie.
And he does this at the top of her lungs in the car for 30 minutes at a pop.
We also seem to be making progress on the gender confusion front. Today when Layla informed me that I was a bad boy and I shot her THE LOOK, she said "oh sorry, I mean bad girl".
That's my girl.
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