"Mom," Kyra called. "I'm washing your iPod." Oh crap! I went tearing into her room hoping she wasn't following her sister's foot steps. There she was holding my iPod...and it was dry.
"How were you cleaning it Keeks?" I asked.
"With my spit," she explained with pride.
Gross.
3 comments:
Yum.
Hilarious!
Holy cow, she looks so much like you.
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