I can't do anything by myself; I can only do what I see my dad doing. Whatever my dad does, I do that, too. My Dad loves me and shows me everything he does. And amazingly, one day he's gonna show me even more fantastic stuff than putting in this new doorbell. (original here)
The school I trusted with my kids...
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