The mosquitos are pretty brutal again this summer. (Or as, BG calls them "mos-qui-tos").
"Daddy, I got a mos-quit-o bite this evening," then she spotted the moles on my arm, "You got bit, too!"
"No, those are moles."
"Mole bites?!!"
I'd take a bullet for my little girl. Welcome to Fodderhood.
The mosquitos are pretty brutal again this summer. (Or as, BG calls them "mos-qui-tos").
"Daddy, I got a mos-quit-o bite this evening," then she spotted the moles on my arm, "You got bit, too!"
"No, those are moles."
"Mole bites?!!"
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