My mom says I'm her sugarplum.
My mom says I'm her lamb.
My mom says I'm completely perfect
Just the way I am.
My mom says I'm a super-special wonderful terrific little guy.
My mom just had another baby.
Why?

Judith Viorst

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Tori Ocean (1/27/2006 2:04:00 PM)
i love it! i can imagine a little boy saying this

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9/5/2008 6:59:30 AM. You Are Here: Some Things Don't Make Any Sense at All by Judith Viorst