"I love you little Poo Poo Girl". Actually, it doesn't matter what I sing she loves it- she just loves me. In the mornings, when Mom drops me off at school, she always looks really sad. But, when Mom picks me up and I get in the backseat she looks all happy. Little sisters are great. I keep telling Mom that I want another baby sister but she says that can't happen. Hum....
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