This morning J dropped some food on the floor.
J: We need to go get Layla (dog) back. She can get that food up.
Daddy: Why would Layla want to come back? You're so mean to her.
J: I need her to come back.
D: Layla told me she only wants to come back when O is big enough to play with her and be nice.
J gets a nasty look on his face and slams his fork on the table.
J: Are you kiddin' me?!?
A boy is truth with dirt on its face, beauty with a cut on its finger, wisdom with bubblegum in its hair, hope with a frog in its pocket
J, the one that wears the crown. Loves tomatoes, cars, and bossing people around.
O, the littlest prince. Loves being held, playing independently, and laughing.
About Me
- Lauren and Matt
- Our family was established in 2005. Our life consists of laughter, love, playing, reading, and tons of time together.
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