Squizzle is ten months going on five. The is no more sure fire way to make him mad than to leave him in his baby jail (our very non-PC term for a playpen), while the other kids get to bake. So yesterday while we were all making fruit pizzas, Squizzle stood in his jail and sobbed until I brought him into the kitchen and set him in his high chair. His attitude was immediately adjusted.
He began having a grand time slapping the tray and shouting "Bla, bla, bla, bla!! Da,da,da,da!!!" I'm not all the way certain but I think this means "Why the #&!! didn't you bring me in here to begin with, bonehead?"
As I have repeatedly told people, my children have their mother's good looks and their Old Man's mouth.
Unable to leave well enough alone, I decided to see if I could send the child into nirvana by giving him one of Tuesday's chocolate cupcakes.
As if fruit pizza wasn't making my kitchen enough of a FEMA relief site.
Therefore, in direct response to the requests of some of my loyal readers, I give you the ever popular messy child photographs.
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