The ongoing chronicle of a 3 year old (as of 2006) seeking enlightenment and an unlimited amount of sweets, and her parents' struggle to control the latter and help with the former.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Back home
Because is it raining yet again, my parents decided to bring Gwenchik back from the Cape today.
My God, she is brown-chocolate, toned and muscled from climbing trees, riding horses and jumping in the waves.
Me: Wow, you are like a nice piece of chocolate!
Gwen: Yes, and I will not melt, though you probably will not eat me anyway.
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