While walking back to the car, we passed a huge statue of a man that Mary Kate pointed out. She said, "His name is Joel....no, his name is Elvis." Then, we were naming her new pink piggy that someone gave her, and she decided to name him Elvis too. I think she's been spending way too much time with my mother.
Christianity & Patriotism, part 2
3 weeks ago


1 comment:
your last sentence cracked me up! love you!
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