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Nov. 8th, 2005 02:15 pmI swear, babies eat our brain cells.
Just listening to me and Peter talking with Wesley is vaguely horrifying to the writer in me.
"Who's that? Who's that? Who is he? Who is he? Is he a little buggy-bug? Little-ittle buggy-bug? You say hi to buggy? Hi, Buggy! Hi! Oh, such a good boy! Such a good boy! Who's the sweetest boy? Is it you? Is it you? I think it is! Yes. Yes. I think it is!"
I swear, I never meant to do any of that.
Just listening to me and Peter talking with Wesley is vaguely horrifying to the writer in me.
"Who's that? Who's that? Who is he? Who is he? Is he a little buggy-bug? Little-ittle buggy-bug? You say hi to buggy? Hi, Buggy! Hi! Oh, such a good boy! Such a good boy! Who's the sweetest boy? Is it you? Is it you? I think it is! Yes. Yes. I think it is!"
I swear, I never meant to do any of that.
