Mom tastes like deli turkey slices. Mmmm. I wish she'd let me kiss her more. I love her and she's so nice. She always moves the yummy part of her face I like to kiss. Dad, he tastes like corned beef. He never lets me kiss him either. But sometimes, sometimes, I get them both! You know, so they know I love them.
The little boy tastes like sweet carrots. I like those for a snack. The little girl tastes like cookies. I know because I got one out of the garbage once, but Mom saw and was mad. They are so much easier to kiss. Yum!
The little boy tastes like sweet carrots. I like those for a snack. The little girl tastes like cookies. I know because I got one out of the garbage once, but Mom saw and was mad. They are so much easier to kiss. Yum!
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