My Little Realist.
"You know, Finn, I like hanging out with you."
"You can't hang out with me all the time."
"Why not?"
"Because, mama, that's not the way the world works."
Thursday, January 17, 2008
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1 comment:
It is sad but true. What a little philosopher! (here via Blog365)
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