All day long Marryn was looking through my magazines. One Pottery Barn Kids (her favorite, she asked where the other ones where and when I said I recycled them, she got all upset, "Mom, don't do that! I want to look at them still!"), some scrapbooking ones and a useless organizing one. All day she looked at them. In the playroom, on the couch, upstairs. For whatever reason, she was way into them.
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