To Infinity. And Beyond.
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What can I say? She prefers Space Rangers to Princesses. Can't say I blame her.
(I'm ready to leave Disney now. She's all jacked up on Disney and candy and castles and Buzz Lightyear, and that's great and all, but really? I am exhausted, and need to leave this place so that I can have some quiet time. Also, I need to pass the baby and the girl in the Lightyeartard over to the husband - or anyone, really - so that I can sleep for about a week. Or more. Please.)
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