There’s a baby in my belly.
A whole 4 year old child in my hoodie.
It was so friggin cold here this past Sunday (yes, 44° is friggin cold here in Orlando – suckit northerners), that my wee child couldn’t stand being outside.
So she went back to her old home under my shirt.
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Awwww….
i know. totally swoon-worthy.
It’s that whole throwback to the primitive marsupial thing. But I’ll bet it was nice and warm in there. And I think I’m going to leave it at that. Because, you know, there’s so many ways things could just go completely wrong from this point forward.
she’s my joey.
Maybe you should nickname her Roo. It has been too friggin’ cold around here. Did someone in Tallahassee forget to pay the heating bill?
they didn’t get the reminder phone call i get every month?
It was -4 here in Texas last week!
totally sucks for you, SUCKA!
Not gonna lie, even when it’s cold, my kid ain’t getting near my belly. His hands are like daggers when they’re cold – and they roam. Little bugger :p
i had a shirt on underneath or my tatas would still be frozen.
She went under there to lick the taco sauce you spilled on your shirt.
she doesn’t like hot sauce. she did find some chip dust under there tho.
I thought you were gonna say “a POO baby.” And then I was gonna say “ME TOO!”
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