Monday, December 26, 2011
We pull in to a Trader Joe's in a shopping center and W is slowly reciting some letters as we are getting the girls out of the car. I'm not really paying attention, when she exclaims, "Mama! I just spelled Trader Joe's!" I say, "oh, good job." Daddy says, "no, W, you just spelled 'futon', actually."
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