Things were all good until…
PENGUIN!!!!!!!
We started practicing for when he gets his license.
When Cole had to poop he would get all red and strain to get it out. Now, he just screams “Git’r Done!” and throws this look on his face. Not so funny anymore.
And that will be the last goldfish our house ever sees.
Shucks…he eats like his mom…angry.
He sat staring like this for the better part of two hours. That’s it.
Cole wouldn’t go to bed the other night and I remembered this picture. I put a small piece of cake in his crib and set him down.
I think I heard him lick the chocolate off his fingers before he farted and started snoring.
I will stick with “you break it, you buy it,” this just took too long to feed him an entire sheet cake on my “you touch it, you eat it” threat.
I think the candles upset his stomach.
Luckily, I remembered taking this picture before I fell asleep. I thought the neighbor was working on his drum lesson before I went to bed…but I knew the sound wasn’t quite right.
Maybe Uncle Tommy’s story was true after all…
You haven’t been sending in your envelopes either lil’ buddy….
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