my son once asked me if i was a supermodel. so, i guess i could possibly look like a person in a magazine to him.
he's such a good son.
noelle has latched onto bobby's arm and won't let go for several minutes, and he's trying to yank his arm free...
bobby: ow, you're hurting me. you're giving me an indian burn.
noelle: that's because you're struggling. |
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