22 February

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Balls..... the funniest thing today!

Sean, our 7 year old, "I got hit in the balls, Mom - haha".

Mom "You don't have balls until puberty, when your voice starts breaking then your balls drop and you get real balls."

Sean "no way Mom"

Dad starts talking in a voice that is breaking, up and down, up and down......the voice went.

Well we were in hysterics, you had to be there!!! Try it out with your kids, you'll see!

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