Second Amendment
This morning during a quiet moment of feeding Leta a bottle Jon turned to me and said, "Thank you, Heather, for giving me this wonderful creature," after which Leta immediately let out a stuttering fart that sounded like a machine gun going off in our house. And for the first time in almost eight months Leta finally resembled her mother.
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