So my aunt, uncle, and cousins from Cumming were coming for dinner (hee hee). I knew I needed to stun and amaze them with my ever-increasing phenomenal vocabulary while we were dining. It was a pure stroke of genius when I uttered "hot dog bun" for the first time. It just popped out! I swear I didn't plan it. They were only mildly impressed, but my parents...it was music to their ears. And I don't mean AC/DC, I mean Mozart...speaking of....that furry little white dog is our house guest this week, and I can't get enough of chasing him around and around and around (and it's only been about 4 hours since he arrived). As a side bar, for my afternoon snack, I made Mommy laugh. She said "Here is your yogart...um...I mean Smoothie, if you will." And I responded back to her "I will!" She thought that was pretty funny. These big people are pretty easy to amuse these days.
Why am I crying and in my Dad's underwear in the picture? Well, I always help Mommy with the laundry. When I swiped this pair with the airplanes on them (how cute) and put them on, Mommy tried to take them away from me. So I cried. But, she didn't argue the point that Dad's underwear is the most interesting thing we wash. Two, I said I'd be two next weekend.
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