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Captured: My kids loving, not killing each other |
As a bonus, their cousins had gingerbread houses that they had not yet built; my kids had asked to do them this year but I'd neglected to purchase them. Their eldest cousin said my kids could make his, which I initially thought was a terrible idea.
My kids fight. A lot. Which makes me brace myself for that and think that things like making a gingerbread house together is a bad idea.
I'm happy to say, and you can see the photographic evidence to prove it, in this case, I was wrong. They had a delightful time doing it together.
On the way home in the car, my daughter was controlling the radio. She stopped on this song, during an intstrumental portion, and asked: "Is this a good song? I think it is."
Vintage G 'n R? Yes honey, it sho is:
I used to love her
But I had to kill her
I used to love her, Mm, yeah
But I had to kill her
I had to put her six feet under
And I can still hear her complain
I used to love her, Oo, yeah
But I had to kill her
I used to love her, Oo, yeah
But I had to kill her
I knew I'd miss her
So I had to keep her
She's buried right in my backyard
Oh yeah, Oo yeah, whoa, oh yeah
I used to love her
But I had to kill her
I used to love her, Mm, yeah
But I had to kill her
She bitched so much, She drove me nuts
And now I'm happier this way, yeah
Whoa, oh yeah
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