It’s fine. I baby proofed that table with some turpentine.
Since I’m going through old folders of photos, why not one of the Former Congressman.
My little baby Bobo, innocent and perfect in every possible way.
On behalf of all her classmates who probably whittled down seven pencils each trying to figure out that math problem.
Just one of the many items in her impressive arsenal.
He never knew how adventurous his life would be when that woman dropped him off at the ASPCA all those years ago.
One tiny exchange that exemplifies what it is like to live with this kid.
Changing up the decor a bit is clearly upsetting the locals.
The rest of us are getting back to work, why shouldn’t they?
For the child who will look at the word “blue” and say, “That spells ‘waffle with syrup.’”