Blanka brought a red balloon on a string to daycare. "Meet my dog", she said, "his name is Lasse." And she trailed him after herself, getting him caught under the bike and in the lilacs. I hope he makes it through the day. And if not, will we have to bury him under the apple trees?
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That is v. cute!
So, as of today, we have an equal number of posts for each kid: 30 for B., 30 for W.
Gender parity is such a Swedish thing, way ahead of the pack!
See how - for your followers - there's nothing lost to read and/or interpretate?
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Yay! I didn't know that! Feel very good about myself now, am excellent nonpartial parent. Feel also very good about my excellent readers with an eye for detail. Kyss!
Sweet. A good imagination is a gift.
this makes me smile.
There was no end to the imagination when he died either... I think she might be a tad too young for pets.
Uh oh...maybe a pet rock, for now.
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