According to Somer, there are sixty hundred people in the world.
If you ask her how far away Florida is, her reply is the same, "Sixty hundred."
When I commented on our mass amount of polly pockets, again it was, "I know...I bet there's sixty hundred of them."
The other day when I told her I loved her, she said, "You know how much I love you, Mom?" I replied, "How much?" She smiled and said, "Sixty hundred."
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
sixty hundred
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I miss her sixty hundred!!!
i miss you and your girls... i look forward to your posts more than anyone else's.
i "cheer" for your family daily.
I wish you didn't live sixty hundred miles away! I miss your meatballs sixty hundred times and then some. I have a to do list with sixty hundred things on if for YOU to do! Ha
That is adorable!
ohhhh!!!
I like that just as much as
"eleventy"
:0)
And I love you so sixty-hundret too!
I love kid logic.
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