Showing posts with label genetic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label genetic. Show all posts
Monday, May 16, 2011
Where does she get that from
As we were sitting at the table the other morning, Z spilled some milk (...again, but it was not worth crying over). I would love to say that it was the first time, but that is not possible. I think, though I am not sure, that it was the first time that meal. Anyway, I am getting off track. In a joking voice I called her silly Z. Then she said that she was just like Mamma, Uncle Markus and Mormor (M's mother). I guess we know what side of the family her spills come from. Perhaps that means that only M should clean up the spills...probably not.
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