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adorable · 06-18-2010, 08:06 AM

I would love to meet Bear - Toughy you are lucky! Merrick too. I bet a presentation would be great.

One part of the book that I really loved was when Bear spilled apple juice on hys shirt so that hy could take it off and play.

When I was 5 or 6, my cousin who was a year older and I would play house. I was always the husband because I was taller. So I would go to work while she stayed home and cooked little debbie snacks. She packed my lunch and would hand me the container and kiss me on the lips when I left for the day. Then when I got home, 30 seconds later, she was so excited to see me that she would run and jump into my arms. "My husband is home!!" she would squeal it. We could do that for hours. My other jobs were taking out the garbage and fixing her easy bake oven.

Then one day she didn't kiss me. She said she couldn't because it was guy.
I'm sure that someone told her it was actually GAY but we didn't know what gay was so we assumed what they had said was "guy". LMAO! And she knew by the way that they said that being guy was bad....sooo not wanting to be guy, we couldn't kiss or hug anymore so we just ended our otherwise happy marriage. To this day she is my least favorite cousin.

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06-18-2010, 08:06 AM	#10
adorable Member How Do You Identify?: Sarcastically Preferred Pronoun?: She Relationship Status: Unavailable Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: Home of the Yankee's Posts: 752 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,708 Thanked 2,644 Times in 590 Posts Rep Power: 12725119	I would love to meet Bear - Toughy you are lucky! Merrick too. I bet a presentation would be great. One part of the book that I really loved was when Bear spilled apple juice on hys shirt so that hy could take it off and play. When I was 5 or 6, my cousin who was a year older and I would play house. I was always the husband because I was taller. So I would go to work while she stayed home and cooked little debbie snacks. She packed my lunch and would hand me the container and kiss me on the lips when I left for the day. Then when I got home, 30 seconds later, she was so excited to see me that she would run and jump into my arms. "My husband is home!!" she would squeal it. We could do that for hours. My other jobs were taking out the garbage and fixing her easy bake oven. Then one day she didn't kiss me. She said she couldn't because it was guy. I'm sure that someone told her it was actually GAY but we didn't know what gay was so we assumed what they had said was "guy". LMAO! And she knew by the way that they said that being guy was bad....sooo not wanting to be guy, we couldn't kiss or hug anymore so we just ended our otherwise happy marriage. To this day she is my least favorite cousin.