You played "This Little Piggy" on your sister's toes. Except this was your version:
This little piggy had cornbread.
This little piggy made a house of straw.
This little piggy said, "Hi. My name is Piggy."
This little piggy said, "Hi."
When I asked why the last little piggy didn't go to market, as per usual, you said, "Because he was busy."
February 5th, 2011
We went out for dinner, just you and me. You told me that you couldn't stop smiling. :)
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