right?
Yeh, it’s a baby story. If you don’t have a child, you can’t relate and blah blah blah don’t get all pissy.
So, I-belle does this thing now that I call “Interpretive Dance.” She kind of swirls her hand around in front of her face and giggles like crazy. I copied her and now she laughs her arse off when I do it. “Interpretive Dance!” I say, and I swirl my hand about my face and she laughs and laughs and laughs until she sounds like she’s getting sick. Man, I love that girl. I guess I better.