I am not allowed to pretend like the whale is eating cars, any toys, or my fingers. (stop, if he eats you then I will be alone and not have anyone to play with). Bryce, if that fake toy whale eats me you'll have a lot worse problems than a missing playmate. I snuck this picture when he wasn't looking and I can't figure out why I get so much pleasure from pretending the whale is gobbling up all the toys or my fingers or my toes. Really I only do it when Bryce isn't around.
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