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I'm at work and my phone just rang. It was my 5-year-old nephew, telling me that he and Mimi (my mother, who would have dialed her phone for him) were at Wal-Mart and they had these awesome tiny ponies in little bags and he didn't know if I had seen them yet and he wanted to buy me some and go put them in the pony room. "I promise not to touch anything in the pony room, Aunt Shan. And while I'm at your house can I pet the cats?"
I was trying so hard not to LOL at him. I told him I hadn't seen them yet (LIES) and he should buy them for himself and then show them to me next time I see him. But he was welcome to go pet the cats any time he wanted.
I was trying so hard not to LOL at him. I told him I hadn't seen them yet (LIES) and he should buy them for himself and then show them to me next time I see him. But he was welcome to go pet the cats any time he wanted.