A little old lady stopped us in Trader Joes to smile at Saxon and she squealed when she saw he had a dimple in his chin. And she was so happy to tell me "A dimple in the chin - - a rascal within!". I love how much people love my baby. Except the drunk old lady who is always in the liquor store across the street...she always tries to touch him and I twist and lean and wiggle away from her while trying not to be obvious and make her mad.
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