Sometimes when I hang out with my four-year-old niece, some of her stuff ends up in my bag. This time I have a fake Disney price tag for her toy cash register. The other item? A plastic throwing star. Don’t worry. It doesn’t have pointy edges that she can use on her 13-month-old brother, not that she would.
Why Bother Naming It?
Because the internet needs another blog.
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