2007 May 10 | Chickens in the Road

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So he climbs up in a tree and says, hunh, I’m up a tree and I’m hungry.

MOMMY!!!

Yes, he’s 14 and he still calls me mommy. You’d bring him a sandwich, too, wouldn’t you?

He’s still my hugger-bear baby…….

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