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February 24, 2013 § 2 Comments
My youngest child Lei repeatedly announces, “I’m a rainbow dog, name is Rainbow. It is she, not he.” throughout a day. I have no idea where she gets the idea, but it’s been going on for quite sometime, so she is our rainbow dog. One morning, she woke up and wasn’t feeling so well. My oldest thought we must make “rainbow” pancakes (pancakes with rainbow colored sprinkles) for the rainbow dog to make her feel better… so that’s what we did. And of course, the rainbow pancakes sure made her feel a bit better.
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