While my dad thought I was practicing my #CincodeMayo moves, Mom knew I was rolling in birdie poo after she had just given me a bath.
While my dad thought I was practicing my #CincodeMayo moves, Mom knew I was rolling in birdie poo after she had just given me a bath.
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