Mrs. Kennedy: let's run away together. The kids can visit.

"Dear Jack;

I'm sorry, but the most very special love between our son and I can no longer be denied. Once we all started sleeping in the same bed, I mean -- well, you've seen him naked, you've pinched those little biscuits! Can you blame me for wanting him all to myself?"

I very much *heart* Mrs. Kennedy and her Otter Pop-assed ninja son.

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[Emily]

Not to be the creepy Internet stalker that I really am, but I just had to share--your posts have made me wake up my roommate twice with those weird muffled giggles that you get when you're trying to be totally silent. Thanks, I needed the laugh!

[Mrs. Kennedy]

Biscuits and Otter Pops. These are the things I want my son to forever associate with his ass.