This conversation happened on Wednesday.Famke: When we go to the hospital to see Feintsje tonight will he eat bra food?
Me: What?
Famke: You know, bra food!
Me: Do you mean breast milk?
Famke: Oh, right. Breast milk.
I LOVE this picture of her. She is sooo excited to finally have her turn for the dress-up glasses. Look at those dirty little feet! Ah, summer...
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I love the way they think,and associate. This picture is just so delightful. I didn't see the feet for the smile.
Out of the mouths of BABES! :0)
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