Sometimes life sucks. Especially when you're about 18 months old, your Mom and Dad are begging you to smile- okay- not exactly smile- but definitely not cry and have an all in all meltdown in front of this strange lady. The strange lady, by the way, is having a really bad hair day. And she has this black box thing attached to her and keeps snapping it at me. She's making funny faces and noises, and keeps getting down on the ground. Let's face it- this chic is WEIRD. I DO NOT want to smile. I DO NOT like being out in this field. Take me home- and I mean NOW.
Oh wait... hang on... what's that? Something big and round- and on a stick? Well, that can't be bad. Anything that has a built in stick... let's give that a try. Come here strange bad-hair lady and let me have that....
Agh. That's better. Oh! Oh! Oh!! I know those people... that's my Mommy and Daddy...
Well... I guess that wasn't so bad after all....
1 comment:
How cute! Love the story with it - that is hilarious and probably exactly what that little one was thinking - hehe. Adorable!!!
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