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Ever, as far as I can remember. Perfectly roasted by his dada because mama likes her marshmallows burnt. He pulled out the chocolate and ate that first. And yes, the marshmallow did hit the ground after rolling down his shirt. Five second rule.
Posted on May 30, 2013 at 10:39 PM in The Kid | Permalink
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