Lauryn and her daddy were in the playroom this afternoon drawing pictures. I overheard their conversation.
L: I tried to draw a snowman, but it's not perfect.
D: It doesn't have to be perfect.
L: Why?
D: Nobody is perfect, Lauryn.
L: Well...I am.
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I can just hear her little voice saying that!
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