Here’s baby J getting some exercise at Mommy & Me yesterday: . In the afternoon, he went off on his own. Perhaps to pick up some Barbies from the playroom. All I know is he put a little Lemon Scented Pledge in his hair before he left. They grow up
Practical Joke on Santa: Poppin’ out of an Advent Calendar and yelling, “Boo-ya! Where’s my chocolate, Claus?” Not pictured: Santa delivering a lump of coal into his own stocking. Later in the day, unexpected drama of a kidnapping attempt: Thank goodness I knew to say, “Swiper no swiping! Swiper no
You all are so wise in the previous comments. I am astonished with your wisdom, Internets: If it makes you crazy to keep the Tiny Wooden Lord of the Manger in a dusty drawer? Well then, don’t. Fo’ Shizzle, my Annizle. Make Crazy your monkey instead of you being its.
Mimi Smartypants! Please dismantle your new email fortress and call off your salivating anti-SPAM dogs that keep chasing my poor emails across Smartypants Grounds and ultimately back to imprisonment in the mail delivery subsystem system. Or at least stop writing funny things so I don’t have to try and email