Seth's two best friends are conveniently located 30 feet to the west of us - and happen to be two little girls, ages 5 and 7. The three of them can't seem to live without being together for long at all -- just visit one of our houses when the other family is gone on vacation. Oh holy whining, Batman.
So we trust these people, the Zipps (that's what we call them, and you'll just have to wonder about that one), our good, bestest friends next door, right? No harm will come to our kids when they are at their house, right?
Well. We may need to rethink this bond we have.
So we trust these people, the Zipps (that's what we call them, and you'll just have to wonder about that one), our good, bestest friends next door, right? No harm will come to our kids when they are at their house, right?
Well. We may need to rethink this bond we have.
Yeah. That's my son at their house. In some sort of princess dress. And liking it.
I hope they know his future psychotherapy bills will be sent directly to them.
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