A few nights ago at bedtime Joe started singing, “It’s bedtime, it’s bedtime, it’s bedtime at our house.” He sang the words to the tune of our bathtime song and simply exchanged the word bathtime for bedtime. Theia immediately lifted up her shirt and headed off for the bathroom. I told him that she thought he was singing the bathtime song and that she was going to go to the bathroom to wait for bathtime. He was sure that she wasn’t headed there or would forget all about it by the time she walked "all the way" to that part of the house. However, as we followed her, we watched her walk straight to the bathroom, continuing to lift up her shirt and then stand by the bathtub in expectation of her bath. She was not a happy camper when he picked her up to change her clothes with no intention of bringing her back to the bathtub.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm yes still in her crib, I love getting themnaked and molestingthem still in the crib, I get so hard taking the nappy off and seeing her baldcunt
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