Saturday, February 11, 2012

Crack. G is on it.

I gave it to him.  The crack.  He had his first thin mint.  I won't lie... this is parental sacrifice.  I gave up a cookie. And a frozen one at that.  Basically, I clearly love my child and if you couldn't tell by my taking him out with an ear infection then you now know it's true.  I love him.  More than life and frozen thin mints themselves.  He wasn't in love.  Which made my love go down one degree.

First view of the duh-dee.  Seems like pure bliss.  Or taunting.

WTH is this?  This isn't a nilla wafer.  

I guess I'll let it slide.  It's ok.  Mama, Mama why are you looking at me like that?


CDS said...

Yeah, I'm not sharing. Tee hee.

Meg said...

You better hide the Somoas. Those are Meth.

A.B. said...

I might prefer him losing his teeth to meth? I mean, maybe less trauma.