She would walk with help, but every time you took your finger away she would just plop down on that Wrangler butt.
Our Mustang (hee hee, my husband will laugh that I said 'our') and my brother-in-law's Camaro in front of it both cooling off between runs.
Chubby baby cheeks, I just want to squeeze them.
Pointing at 'Daddy's Maro' as she calls it now.
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