Technically, he’s not supposed to acknowledge that creatures like her even exist. But… You know… Fairy’s got gams. And anyway, it plays both ways. She pretends not to notice how small he is.
ETA: When I asked him how his date went, he just started rocking around in this contraption, giggling all the while:
Wheee!
I don’t know exactly what it means, but if I were Fairy, I’m not sure I’d return his phone calls. Either that or it is the best compliment ever.
I love baby J. You should start a baby J t-shirt line.
They’re steamin’ together.
Moi sent me over here and I love this blog, too funny!
I wish I could tuck my man under my arm like that.
Oooh baby J ROCKS!
LOL
Julie
Using My Words
Baby J sure is getting “loose” shall we say with all his newfound freedom. How is he going to take 11 months of solitude again???
*snort*
too, too funny.
Have sent your link to many friends, and they are all laughing til tears flow.
Can’t wait to see what Baby J has planned for tomorrow!
Deb
Bad Baby J! Fraternizing with the Enemy!
Just wait until the Big Guy finds out. (And you know he will.) Those Almighty folk can’t help but record every little indiscretion in huge, confusing Books.
You are totally crazy. But I like that in a girl.
I SO want to send my dad a link to these posts. But I’m too embarassed to because of the things that you say in other posts. And I don’t want him to know that I have read those words!
You rock the funny.
Baby J is a pimp! I love your blog. Mr. Lady at Whiskey In My Sippy cup sent me over here and let me say I’m crushin big time on your blog.
She definitely shouldn’t return his calls. Who wants a man who kisses and tells 😉
Oh, Baby J. Where did your youth go?
My oldest (6) was singing me a song yeaterday about all the fairies that hang out with the Baby Jesus. Maybe this fairy knows that song.
Anne, you are cracking me up.
I’m with babity. Baby J t-shirts for all!
Honestly. That should say yesterday. Typos stink.