A little precocious, a little rambunctious, always lots of fun.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Of the Moon and Molars
It's 2:20 a.m. here, and Ernie is explaining that he doesn't want to live on the moon for about the hundredth time. Molars. Wonderful when you've got 'em; tough when you don't quite.
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