One way to guarantee Bea sleeps and Olivia showers: swimming. An hour in the pool and the short one can barely keep her eyes open. It's like kiddie Ambien.
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One way to guarantee Bea sleeps and Olivia showers: swimming.
Posted by: marlon | April 19, 2012 at 11:15 PM