Harry just came over. He wanted the car seat. I went out to get it. He said, "how's your boy Kerry." Much better than Bush, thank you.
Abuela was holding William, they had driven the 3 blocks without a car seat. If Diana finds out she'd kill her mother. Harry was trying to get me to walk away without looking at the car. Harry said they were like Mexicans packed in, his little Sentra. I asked him if he wanted a gas guzzling SUV, a manly SUV. I pointed to a Tundra parked in front of him. He said he'd like a truck. Emma and William in their car seats, Abuela, Angie, and AJ on her lap. Harry driving. I told him not to drive like his usual driving. I told him if a car is about to hit the side, he has to take the hit so William doesn't get hit. He said OK. I asked them if they wanted me to take William back. They said no.
They were going to get the dresses in Jamaica, for the children, for Jessica's sweet 16 party this weekend. It's a big party and all. I trust them, even though they're playing a little loose with my son for 3 blocks. I don't think that is a big deal, at least they came over and got the car seat. I don't think Diana would like it though. I'm not sure how to tell her about it. But I will.
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Hello! I'm Lisa Marie; thanks for commenting on my blog. At your suggestion, I came over here. Your blog is delightful! What a beautiful son; you must be elated! I love babies so I shall come back and look often so see how William is doing. You should be very proud!
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