Here’s my son (several years ago when he was still cute and cuddly like a puppy…not big and smelling of B.O. and Axe at the same time. How is that possible?)
He wasn’t too excited to have this picture taken. I don’t know if it was the costume I made him wear, or the fact that I was keeping him from important things like his army men who were lined up in battle formations all over the kitchen floor…but he was surly!
“Are we done yet? Can I go? Can I take this goofy rag off and give it to Ginger to eat?”
Mean Mom: “No! Now smile and look happy!” Continue reading