During breakfast this morning, Max announced, "Well, Olivia, you are now 3,908,848 minutes old" (then, thankfully, he spared himself a one-way trip to the Looney Bin by telling me that she had asked him that question last night)
I said, "and you know what, Olivia? Those have been the best 3-million-odd minutes of our lives!"
Max's response? "Odd is right" And, yet, I think he is her favorite. Go figure.
Getting back into shape. Again.
12 years ago
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