With coaching, I finally got it to turn around so I could inspect my "effants."
Here we are posing in front of some wires. As you can see, I've already outgrown my mother.
Me and Daddy.
Me and Mommy.
Whom should I challenge to a fight to the death?
A bear? Too easy.
Lemme think...........
Umm... flamingoes? I could take 'em with one leg tied to my butt.
How about Mommy? She seems like a worthy foe.
Mommy: You wouldn't hit a chick with glasses, would you?
Sadie: Those are shades.
Mommy: I have contacts underneath.
Sadie: I hope you have contacts in the medical community, because you're about to get ROCKED.
Mommy: Go easy on me - I'm preggers.
Sadie: Not a chance.
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