Secure. . .

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. . . in his masculinity

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Joy said…
Ha ha!! A familiar sight in our house too! Not sure who I bought the doll for... :)
7:52 AM
MyEbella aka Kim said…
Ethan truth be told that Ethan claims his dolls too (and kitchen food)...
8:57 AM
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