Right now, he's lying on the floor, looking under the couch, and crying because he can't reach his favorite tennis ball.
It's the saddest thing, ever.
It's so sad, I can't possibly get the ball for him because it would make him stop crying and then he wouldn't be so cute.
I am, truly, an evil woman.
Oh, come on. You'd do it too.
Oh, I'd definitely be saying "Whats the matter?" Knowing full well.
ReplyDeleteYes, your a tad bit evil.
yeah have done that many many times lol
ReplyDeletehe's adorable and i want to hug him. i also want to know how much drool comes out of those cheeks on a daily basis?
ReplyDeleteOh, Karen - you really don't want to know that. We measure it in liters...
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