Dear Itty Bit,
What on earth possessed you to think that this would be even a remotely good idea?
I’m thinking equal parts bravery and foolishness…
Yeah – Mommy couldn’t get her camera settings right.
What are you swinging?
In the HOUSE?!?!
Not cool little dude. Not cool.
(I apologize to all you excellent photographers… my mental faculties dropped to my bladder and I was too freaked out to switch my poor prime lens from 1.4 – there’s no stinking way I was getting any closer)
Bravery? I love that your BRAVE Daddy is keeping his eye on that wriggler…
I know Daddy especially enjoyed the lesson on how snakes poop.
(And I wonder why I keep getting spam comments – POOP POOP POOP).
You are such a weirdo… they never bite you. Strike at me over and over again, but are content to be lugged around in your hardworking little hands.
But have to draw the line somewhere… the whole, “take a picture of me Mommy!”…
“No wait, Mommy… take another picture"
“Another picture? Why?”
“Cuz look Mommy… he wasn’t smiling!”
Kid, I love you.
But you’ll be putting me in that nursing home sooner than you think if you keep scaring the snot out of me…
Your Weak-Bladdered Mommy
p.s. Not in the house. NOT IN THE HOUSE!
p.p.s. I blame Aunt Ju.
Linking up with the one and only King Julien!