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my two babies

paul told me last night that he didn't like charles, but this morning he wanted to bring both charles and boo boo to his grandparents' house. i think the tide turned after i told paul many many stories (more than i wanted to tell) last night about them. to celebrate his change of opinion, i told him one more as i got him dressed.

me: once upon a time there were two soft things named boo boo and charles.
me: paul said, "i want you two to come with me to aunty, gramma, grampa."
me: so the three of them went and had a very good day.
me: the end.
paul: that's a good story.

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