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Sunny lay in her bed tonight reciting this poem over and over again. Go on, give ‘er a listen.

Her sweet little voice kills me. KILLS. ME.

I had a little frog.
His name was Tiny Tim.
I put him in the bathtub
to see if he could swim.
He drank up all the water.
He ate up all the soap.
And then he BURPED last night
from a bubble in his throat.

Not bad, eh?

So that was our big Friday night entertainment.

Yes, we’re parents. How could you tell?