When I get mad, I'm like my mamma-- I clench my fists until my knuckles turn white, wrinkle my face, and sometimes throw little baby punches. But like my pappa, it doesn't last very lont-- I never hold a grudge and may forget all about the offense with just a simple joke.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Just so you know...
... I'm not always happy and smiley.
When I get mad, I'm like my mamma-- I clench my fists until my knuckles turn white, wrinkle my face, and sometimes throw little baby punches. But like my pappa, it doesn't last very lont-- I never hold a grudge and may forget all about the offense with just a simple joke.
When I get mad, I'm like my mamma-- I clench my fists until my knuckles turn white, wrinkle my face, and sometimes throw little baby punches. But like my pappa, it doesn't last very lont-- I never hold a grudge and may forget all about the offense with just a simple joke.
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Such a cutie even when he's mad!
ReplyDeleteWOW!!! Is he P.O.-ed?!?!? How funny! I know that kind of face... Really he is still stinking cute!
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