My son came home from camp and announced it was “wicked fun.” Yikes. I swear, the second “wicked pissa” comes out of his mouth, I’m packing him up, putting him on a plane, and moving him to the Midwest. If there are any families in the Midwest who speak proper English who’d like a fairly well-mannered, occasionally ornery, Bakugan-obsessed almost six year old, let me know!
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