As a parent, I call bullshit. She's three eggs into Easter. Her hands should be eight different colors and her apron should look like a Jackson Pollock nightmare by now.
As a parent, I call bullshit. She's three eggs into Easter. Her hands should be eight different colors and her apron should look like a Jackson Pollock nightmare by now.
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