Where bad choices make good stories
Reminds me of me. Lots of polaroids to prove the fact.
Ah, the innocent joys of youth.
When she was about 3, I taught my daughter how to play "Stomp the Puddle". We both got wet and we both had a great time.
I moderate my comments due to spam and trolls. No need to post the same comment multiple times if yours doesn't show right away..