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We let Booger and the girls out to have treats in the kitchen while I was cooking dinner. I asked Tim to bring me up a bottle of Spicewine from the wine cellar when he went down to the pantry for a spice that I run out of. When he came back up with the wine he said, “can I have some of this?” I said,”I will make you a deal, you clean up that little poopy and you can have wine”. With that Booger ran toward the poop like his life depended on it and skidded to a halt in front of it. I said, “No Boog, I meant papa could have wine”. He looks up at me like, “please…I can’t drink the rooster hooch again, that sh#t will cluck you up mama.”

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