On December 9, at home, was the day of the Tree. I found myself in the house two self-propelled zombies: my boyfriend and his brother. I admit that the fault is all mine. While you have the tree already decorated for the romantic day of the dinner I have forced a busy day. So are collapsed, the big boy on the bed and the little one on the couch, until I made hot chocolate for everyone. were adorable.
Then the little boy took stock of the situation, making his intentions clear to all.
What's love child. For those who have not understood, Paola I am. I vaguely remember another list.
But let's face it, Voldemort will not bear comparison with never a boy almost 10 years. In short, I feel the difference from the diabolical evil laugh. And then Voldemort would never have been able to study a PC, understand that it works with windows and find a way to uninstall it, only to have the pleasure to enjoy the reaction of utter despair of the family. A three years.
Voldemort has just killed his father painlessly.
I admit, I love the little child more the big one. My child is very good, sweet, romantic, patient, tender, caring, but the baby is small ... small! In fact, since he was 3 years that I repeat that I will marry him just reached the age that I will avoid a conviction for pedophilia. Have not yet managed to convince him, though.
hope that my love was joking when I said obscuring the first to publish this picture, I leave you the feedback for such great beauty. The photo was doctored by my friend Francesca, who has made a lot of Christmas.
BIMBI, VI AMO!
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