So, we are walking through Costco, Luke, Claire and I, and Luke turns to me and says: "Mama, you are hot! You know hot is like beautiful and I mean you are like hot! I just wanted to say that." Where did he learn that ? I have no idea, but it made my day. How can such sweetness and such gall from the depths of hell reside in the same soul? I will always wonder, I think..
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