“DADDY LOOK!”
“Whoa, is your Barbie pregnant?”
“YEAH!” (running away) “She’s a pediatrician!”
“A teenage Christian!?”
“NO! A PEDIATRICIAN! A BABY DOCTOR, DAD.”
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making unbreakable - formerly moosh in indy. 
With that short lab coat and nothing else, I think I’d never ever ever ever let my husband take the kids to the doctor.
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awesome.
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HAHAHA I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING! “A teenage Christian!?” oh that’s too funny!
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Aw, Cody turns into my dad more and more each day. Are you prepared to be married to Boyce?
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I always pretended that my barbies were pregnant, always shoving things under there dresses…..I’ve never had an explanation for this 🙂
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