Now read my blog post and tell me it's funny.
Buster is wicked cute.
He's 20 months old and all curls and dimples and sweet dance moves and mushy baby words.
When you ask him to give you a kiss he ever-so-gently rubs his forehead against yours, because that's what he has seen Chicken do. We call it a Tiger Kiss.
He coos, giggles, sings, babbles, barks, meows, and quacks - honestly, he's baby crack.
But there's one thing he does that is less than adorable.
I'm trying not to take it personally.
Lately, he's been pointing at illustrations in his books and saying, "mama!"
Sometimes it's sweet.
that could be the japanese cartoon face
of mother mary herself.
has such insight.
I wish I could say that it's out of left field, but... I get it. That's probably pretty accurate, when the church bells toll the 4:30 Suck Pocket each day.
Here are a few more pictures that, apparently, look like me:
|just because a person has|
unnaturally short arms
doesn't mean you have to
talk about it
|is this because|
you saw me nibble that cracker off the floor?
and it wasn't a cracker
it was a vanilla oreo.
and i'm not a wizard.
and it had been a really long day.
|not sure what to say here.|
that clown does have
|point of order|
that particular brand
that's actually a pretty harsh burn
that is absolutely what i look like
and paul bunyan
|totally on board with this one|