Monday, November 26, 2007

Monday

Yesterday afternoon Z went into work with his dad (S was very upset and wanted to go as well but she stayed home with A and I). While at the office Z was messing around with many things on my desk. He faxed us some letters home. When the phone rang S ran to answer it but I stopped her and told her the fax would pick it up. S stopped, looked at me and asked if Fax had hands?

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