“To the ladies at work: I ate your gifts. If your hands are dry this winter, it’s ALL MY FAULT”
Cindy Lou Who waits until my husband gets into the shower ~ she then takes a poop on his bathmat. He has learned to look before he steps out *Ü*
Ming—who is an otherwise exceptionally well-behaved pug—had a minor indiscretion this week. We know she hates the rain but thought it was a coincidence that she didn’t have to go outside as often when the weather turned ugly. We figured she was getting older and could magically hold her bladder longer. Nope! She found a new place to go potty: on her mom’s Coach shoes!
I burp like a full grown man but demand to be treated like a princess. And I have to burp in mom or dad’s face otherwise it didn’t count.
Charlie likes big pillows.. And he cannot
Charlie can’t hold his licker!
Such a strange thing to see after walking into the bedroom…
I tore apart 2 sand filled weight balls & turned the living room into an indoor beach!
pooing on the trampoline
“First, I shredded mom’s new Santa decoration. Then, I ate baby Jesus and vomited him up at the foot of mom’s bed at 4:00 am”