The weapons of mass destruction that George Bush has been looking for all these years have finally been found. Turns out they were in Rhea’s diaper all this time. (Exhibit A attached below.) I seriously hope the government doesn’t come after me because I’ve been harboring a terrorist. I wonder… if they will give me a finders fee. If they do, and they need to take Rhea to do some investigating on her, I might give them a BOGO deal..... and let them take Raven too …. for the right price of course.
OK. OK. I kid. I kid. It’s a joke people! Don’t try to report me to the Dept. of Children of Families. If you do, we’ll be on the first flight outta Georgia and be hanging out in somebodies hut in East Africa… so don’t waste your time.
In all seriousness, I just don’t understand how an adorable two year old, who eats balanced meals can smell like a 60 year old man. It just doesn’t add up! She’s two and I’m STILL not used to it. Every time I change her, I can feel my lil nose hairs burning up like I’m sniffing on a lighter. And then… I can feel my breathing slow down as if my lungs are giving up on me. Something is not right about this. I have been changing diapers for a long time. I know what’s normal and what’s not. And what’s coming out of that lil body… IS NOT.
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