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Don't take this personally...

Lately, when Abbie is left doodling or creating something she has an obsession with a certain nursery rhyme. She will draw the picture, color it, sometimes cut something from another piece of paper to glue on it, and this morning she has added stickers to it. She hums happily a song and I went over to compliment her on her work. I immediately recognized the story, but am unsure where she might have received her inspiration for her work....

There once was an old lady who lived in a shoe, she had so many children she didn't know what to do.

Comments

naw... can't be about you. You ain't old. And I don't think you're shackin up in a shoe.
Hazen5 said…
Max is so cute in the picture. I love how he is resting his head on Abbie's arm! Aren't you having one more? Max needs a brother.
Julie said…
Can I just say Ameila's hair in this picture just makes me smile. :)
Jessica said…
You only have to worry if she concentrates much on the LAST line of the rhyme.
AnnEE said…
BAHAHAHAHA!!! Rachel confused Abbie's doll for Max. This is the happiest day of my life. That's hilarious!
Hazen5 said…
Okay Anne, Like I am serious! Ha Ha Ha Ha! Funny though huh?
Nortorious said…
That one to the left of center is a falsie. I can spot the fake children.

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