This morning, Mr. Bear asks for his card from Corey.
He turns it over and over in his hands.
He tells me, "Dog."
He then proceeds to get his other dog and tells me, "Dos dogs."
Soon after, he builds his own Lego creation. He lifts it up for me to see.
"Boat," he explains.
On our walk to school we see a fire truck ambulance. Of course we have to take a picture.
The Bear with sneaky eyes and smile.
Friday night fun here. Nothing better than having your pants unbuttoned, sitting in front of the tube watching Mandarin panda, and dipping your hands into a bowl of cereal.
The aftermath of such a satisfying meal.
Finger licking good. (And never mind that he ate the same meal for breakfast this morning.)
He turns it over and over in his hands.
He tells me, "Dog."
He then proceeds to get his other dog and tells me, "Dos dogs."
Soon after, he builds his own Lego creation. He lifts it up for me to see.
"Boat," he explains.
On our walk to school we see a fire truck ambulance. Of course we have to take a picture.
The Bear with sneaky eyes and smile.
Friday night fun here. Nothing better than having your pants unbuttoned, sitting in front of the tube watching Mandarin panda, and dipping your hands into a bowl of cereal.
The aftermath of such a satisfying meal.
Finger licking good. (And never mind that he ate the same meal for breakfast this morning.)
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