As a parent, I am deeply troubled by my daughter's love of wiener sausages. The reason is that since I can remember, I've been full of wieners in the morning, afternoon and evening. I can't tell my young daughter to stop being a wiener. Because I remember it too. The sausages that I ate like greedily when I was young. How many did you eat? I can't count. There were many shapes. Some are short and some are long. My daughter and I both like it long. It may be similar. But there is something different about my daughter. It's appearance. My daughter has a small face and falls into the cute category. Her body has grown, her breasts are plump and she has a nasty body. Also, when I was eating the wiener, I was able to hold my head down and felt a pleasant sensation, which is a little strange. My daughter is lightly over my number. As a daughter, this is terrifying. I wonder how many I will eat from now on...
