I walk into the kitchen to find Vance, sitting on top of the counter with both hands in the hot cocoa mix, eating out the mini marshmallows. I quietly take him off the counter and we wash his hands and mouth. Then I dry him off, kneel down and solemnly take both his hands in mine.
"Vance," I say, "that was very naughty! Don't do that again. Do you understand?"
He leans in and gives me a sloppy kiss on the mouth.
"You're my betht buddy!" He says.
Oh, he's good. He's really good.
It's all over. I'm putty. Where does he learn this?
5 Comments:
He is a charmer! If he can do this at four, what will he be at 14? 18? Hoo Boy"!
He stole my hear long ago.
Love GG
Hah hah, that is so great. :D How can you get in trouble like that?
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You didn't have it on your list :P
Judging by the main picture on your blog, I would say Brady :)
That is pretty sweet. I agree, how can you be mad after that? Better than the alternative though, fit throwing or something like that
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