Like every other parent there ever was or ever will be, we accurately believe our daughter to be the most beautiful baby in the world. The funny thing is, whenever someone -- ourselves included -- calls her "Miss Georgia", as in, "Well hello, Miss Georgia! Isn't that ceiling fan absolutely enchanting?", I can't help thinking it makes her sound like a pageant entrant. You know, like she's the contestant from the state of Georgia. I hope she's not getting any ideas. Don't worry, though, we're not practicing the talent portion of her Little Miss Sunshine audition just yet.
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