if she was really my kid. Katie called me yesterday and told me that she just had to open the blinds first thing in the morning because "she didn't live in a cave" and she had to close them at night "because she did not live in a fish bowl". She also told me that when she went to the mall she bought clothes, "that no kidding mom, you would actually wear them! And they are cute!!" Yep, I brought home the right kid from the hospital. I guess with all that love of pink and High School Musical, their could have been some confusion, but now I know for sure she is mine. Now, if I can just get her to clean her room...
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what do you mean all that love for high school musical? are you sure you're talking about the right kid?
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