In which Jack tells Rosie a secret that makes her smile, no one trades with Elliott, and Rosie eats a cheerio.
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2 comments:
Adorable. I still think she looks like Grandma Criss a little bit.
Poor Elliot. It's always brick, isn't it?
I especially love that you're playing Settlers in the background :)
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