This bright-eyed boy turned two a few weeks ago. He is embracing his two-year-oldness and living it to the fullest. My mom used to say the nursery rhyme to me that goes, "There was a little girl, Who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, She was very, very good, But when she was bad, she was horrid." I might know why she used to say that. :) Don't know what we'd do without our Simonster.
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