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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 25, 2013 16:52:32 GMT -4
"Huh, oh, I guess I did." She said. "Why?"
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Post by The Master of the World on Jul 25, 2013 16:55:58 GMT -4
"Your minds going to start to slowly reduce. Sorry."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 25, 2013 16:57:28 GMT -4
"Haha, you so siwwy!" she giggled.
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Post by The Master of the World on Jul 25, 2013 17:00:42 GMT -4
"Did you just say "siwwy"?
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 25, 2013 17:02:54 GMT -4
"No, I didn't. Why would I say that?" She asked.
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Post by The Master of the World on Jul 25, 2013 17:05:11 GMT -4
"Looks like your brain is starting to succumb to the changes. I say you only have thirty minutes before you are completely baby mental."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 25, 2013 20:15:50 GMT -4
"Dat's not powssible." she giggled. "I'm a big girl."
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Post by The Master of the World on Jul 25, 2013 20:26:25 GMT -4
"Are you even listening to the words coming out of your mouth?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 25, 2013 21:38:54 GMT -4
"da words comin out of my mowth?" she giggled. "Mowth!"
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Post by The Master of the World on Jul 25, 2013 21:40:44 GMT -4
"Wow. That rattle does a number on the brain. Do you want me to call a nanny for you, sweet pea?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 25, 2013 21:57:47 GMT -4
"Hehe, Wattle!" she giggled as the woman took the toy from her. "UH! NO! WANT WATTLE!"
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Post by The Master of the World on Jul 25, 2013 22:00:25 GMT -4
"Sorry, but this is for your own good." she said as she put the rattle on a high shelf.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 25, 2013 22:04:12 GMT -4
"WAHHHHHHHHHH!" She cried, pounding chubby fists against the floor as she fell down on her butt.
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Post by The Master of the World on Jul 25, 2013 22:07:22 GMT -4
"Oh geez."
She then pressed the intercom button.
"Nanny to aisle 3. Nanny to aisle 3, please."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 25, 2013 23:40:07 GMT -4
"ME WAN WATTLE!" She cried loudly
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