
Hmmmm. Right.
Yes, that’s my eldest son.
Yes, those are pennies on his nipples.
Yes, he’s proud of the accomplishment.
Yes, I’m glad he’s a boy and not a girl.
Hmmmm. Right.
Yes, that’s my eldest son.
Yes, those are pennies on his nipples.
Yes, he’s proud of the accomplishment.
Yes, I’m glad he’s a boy and not a girl.
A rabbi would never exaggerate. A rabbi composes. He creates thoughts. He tells stories that may never have happened. But he does not exaggerate. - Rabbi Krustofsky. The Simpsons
No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist. - Oscar Wilde
June 28, 2009 at 5:41 pm
The real question here is how he got them to stick on there long enough to pose for a photograph.
June 29, 2009 at 1:24 am
Evan. Evan. Evan. such a cutie. Does he want to grow up to be a regular stripper or a pirate stripper arrrgh!
June 29, 2009 at 10:45 am
Just don’t put a fireman’s pole in your house. The pole in combo with that picture could get you in all sorts of trouble.
June 29, 2009 at 12:31 pm
ck~ We live in Arizona. Sweat is an amazing thing.
insider~ Not helping. Not helping at all.
KathyB!~ I’m very glad I nixed the pole idea when we moved.
June 30, 2009 at 7:06 am
That’s pretty impressive. My girls would love…WAIT. Never mind.
July 1, 2009 at 8:17 am
Keep them off the pole, Gibby. Keep them off the pole.
July 2, 2009 at 7:45 pm
Ahhhh, that’s what pennies are for! LOL Too funny.
July 6, 2009 at 12:44 pm
Yeah, I was laughing too.
July 25, 2009 at 10:14 am
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