Mommy, this is the cow’s house. They’re in there together because they’re gay.
They’re in there together because the gate.
Standing in the entryway last night, MP inadvertently kicked me while trying to get her boots off.
“Sorry Mom, I was just whacking that off.”
“Why are you laughing?”
I do love these boots, though. Even if I am an 11-year-old BOY.
Here’s the aerial view showing the aftermath of the bomb that went off in MP’s play kitchen today. Like mother, like daughter. And I see she’s been raiding my closet again.
Note the baby doll who’s head is just visible peeking from under the countertop.
Here’s another angle. Anything look odd to you?
I promise, this was not staged.
Upon closer inspection …
Baby’s hot dog dinner.
I’ll be putting away that carpet cleaner now.