Wednesday, February 9, 2011

I has a squishy-cheeked boy.

This is my squishy-cheeked boy.
He likes to wear his zebra-striped earmuffs that his grandma slone gave him.
But when he falls asleep in his carseat they slide down and squish his little cheeks.
And then his little lips stick out.
And then I have to kiss them. (have to)
...and then he wakes up and looks at me like I'm a crazy person.

"Mooommmm. Stop kissing me while I'm asleep"

Nope. Never. I loves you too much.

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