Hum... these mirrors make me look different.
Daddy, this seems to be a good start to the play day.
I want to be an air born ranger.... Flying the plane.
Driving some train toys around the track.
Let see, this one goes right here.
Going into the butterfly garden, riding on Daddy's shoulders.
Look mom, see the turtles?
Lunch time. So here is how lunch goes down Mommy...
And the trash goes into the compactor, and it makes noise.
I'm going to be a rock star, I've got the tongue down.
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