Desi: "Daddy...I have to get out. I'm all pruney. I think I am turning into something?"
Me: "Oh no...are you turning into some kind of monster?"
Desi: "I think so."
Me: "Do I have to worry that you are going to eat me tonight?"
Desi: "No...you'll be ok. I already had dinner."
Oh...and here's a pic of...well, I'm not really sure what to call it. Some combination of the Dynamic Duo and the thug life, I guess.
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