Wesley likes the song:
Allelu, Allelu, Allelu, Allelu,
Praise ye the Lord.
However, out of Wesley’s mouth, it sounds like:
Allelu, Allelu, Allelu, Allelu,
Cray-Zee the Lor’
Pot. Kettle. Black.
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I thought marriage was a breeze until I had kids. I thought parenting was easy until the firstborn became a toddler. I thought two kids was a juggling act until I had three. Yeah, don't bother reading my thoughts. They will probably be wrong. ~The Denise half of Dwayne & Denise
PS Dwayne is still usually right.
PS Dwayne is still usually right.
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