*Image courtesy of Yahoosports.com*Tito looks like Pedroia just beat him at cribbage, Theo re-signed Manny, or he heard me yelling at Trot about pooping in his pants again.
However, my man can rock a pair of eyeglasses like nobody this side of Bono.
On the home front I was greeted at the door by Trot, wearing his Mickey Mouse footie pajamas and uttering "I didn't eat my torn, Dad". Took me a few tries but I finally figured out he didn't get desert because he refused to eat his last bite of corn.
Something tells me I need to buy stock in Mylanta.
2 comments:
Never trust food that comes out the same way it goes in.
He's a wise kid.
I owe him an ice cream cone.
I thought the same thing, Rich. And you don't know what you're getting into with the ice cream cone offer.
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