Nolan loves his little sister. A lot. He tells me multiple times everyday.
"I love her eyes open."
"I love her feet"
"I love her hands"
He does not love her eyes "pwosed," only open. I have to beg him to let her sleep. Because sometimes I really need her eyes "pwosed."
He doesn't say his 'Ls' very well. So he calls her 'Wya.'
He doesn't say his 'Ls' very well. So he calls her 'Wya.'
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