Sometimes Dad threatens me, but i don't get threatened by his gestures. His threatening does not stop my crying.
I like my mom best. I am so comfortable on her shoulders, i stop my crying. I know it pains her shoulders, but i like it so much.
Mom, please keep up with my demands, one day, i will stop troubling you and grow to become a big boy. I will keep you on my shoulders.
Dad, be careful. One day, i will grow to your size and will threaten you.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
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wow wonderful blog... yes one day he will grow up to threaten you... :-)
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