Just now I was combing Leta’s hair with her little baby comb, and then I handed it to her and instead of putting it in her mouth SHE TRIED TO COMB HER HAIR WITH IT.
And then, you know, my heart exploded into a million pieces.
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Washing our mouths out with soap
I told her she could sing as she walked and walked and walked
This open road in front of me just got a little bumpy
Mexico, part one
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