I often dream of being Celine Dion's son. I mean, who doesn't want to grow up as a beautiful fairy? I'm sure little Renee Charles gets to ride unicorns in the backyard while the wind caresses his luminous hair. And I bet his room rocks too. I imagine it to be a combination of The Secret Garden and Cirque du Soleil with a Liza Minelli revue thrown in somewhere.
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