So we're riding in the car last night when Abra pipes up:
Abra: Hey, wanna know what? (Many of Abra's conversations begin this way...)
Brenna: What, honey?
Abra: A president was named after me.
Brenna/Me: Uhhh.....
Abra: His name was Abra something.
Me: .....Abraham Lincoln?
Abra: Yeah! Him!

2 comments:
Babe-raham Lincoln, doncha mean?
Couldn't be named after a better gal. -p
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