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Songs of Angels


It's hard to believe that anything but the songs of angels can come out of this adorable child.
But yet, she is prone to sudden, and unprovoked outbursts of, "BAD MOMMY-O, BAD MIMI, BAD NANNY-O." She lists all of we the "bad" together. She also uses great gusto when she declares our evil nature. When she is particularly inflamed, she will add, "BAD RO-RO." (This is gasp-evoking material, mind you.)

There is, however, one person, whom she has never accused of evil-doing, and that is her Papa......

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Anonymous said…
Excellent judge of character, my little angel! Papa does not depart from his principles. I must confess that I on rare occasions ( Mommy-o, can you say "pole dancing"?)temporarily suspend good judgement and cross the line. That picture sooo captures Percy--pure delight! Thank you again and again Mommy-O for making us smile and warming our hearts with the wonderful pictures and stories.
with all my LOVE, Mimi
Unknown said…
Songs of Angels!! I love it! This is such a great wonderful photo of Poppy (as i like to call him!) and lil pops! All super happy and cute! A special moment for them all. I'm sure those lil trains are missing their peeps out in the states!! :) Lots of Love and Thanks too for the pics and blogging.
Welcome to your latest visitors from OH! Hope you're all having a hoot!! Talk soon! Sho

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