"Mom! Hide me there's a zombie!" Chris shrieked as he ran towards me with his little feet. He really is the replica of his dad with the same dirty blonde hair, coffee colored eyes, nose, lips, and everything. He's just 5 years old and he is already witty and intelligent. Heck, he even beat me in chess. I don't know how the hell it happened.Well at least he don't like to touch his bum like his Dad. Because I swear, until now when we sleep I'd catch Ken cupping his own ass.
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