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This reminds me, last weekend at Jennifer’s house, Julie asked Ashlyn if she wanted “Mum mum.” Peyton was playing nearby and I could tell her ears perked up. I quickly told Julie what Peyton’s definition of “mum mum” was, and Julie clarified to Peyton that there was indeed no “mum mum” going on there. Peyton certainly hasn’t forgotten when “mum mum” is, that’s for sure. Luckily, she hasn’t asked me 🙂 We’re watching Aladdin now since Peyton stayed completely dry all day long today!!
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