Mama caught wind that Uncle Jim was recently lamenting the desire to squeeze his youngest (read: favorite) goddaughter. Aunt Jenni called to tell us and said that we mama and papa may wake up one morning and my crib will be empty and I'll have a new home in Indiana. On the condition that I'm not wearing boy overalls.
I think mama tried to laugh it off and covered with something like "She's been wearing dresses all week." Granted, there's walways been a pair of jeans under those dresses, but they were dresses all the same. Then she asked if Aunt Jenni had a camera in our house somewhere.
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