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My Boy is Eight

It’s hard to believe that I have an eight-year-old. He started out a screaming baby, but he’s turned into a tender-hearted little boy. He can be found “creating” something out of anything he gets his hands on to. He also likes to fight with his sister and make the baby of the family laugh hard. His gut laughs, with accompanying hand slaps, are killer! Love this little guy.

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