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(or at least we're trying!)
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
morning apple
My dad likes a grapefruit with his breakfast. So does Babs. Except she calls it "ap-pul." But she will leave any one to climb on his lap and split the morning "ap-pul." Grandpa's given up trying to convince her it's a grapefruit.
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