You know what makes me feel fat? When my baby daughter tries to nurse my bare belly. But otherwise she is such an angel (or, seen here, cherub).
The other day my husband Ryan was trying to explain to the preschoolers in his music class about cupid. He's this guy who flies around and tries to make everybody love each other, he said, before a little boy held up his hand.
"Obama," said the wee boy helpfully.
Yeah, pretty much.
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