celestialdragon
his little one
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- May 7, 2013
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"Reece Grier, you better be thankful that you don't have boobs and YOU don't have to feed the child!" I call, smiling, my tone light and happy. I look down and Eskimo kiss the baby, who tries to grab my hair. "We don't grab Mommy's hair either," I tell him softly, substituting my hair for my finger, which he grabs eagerly.