We went to a crawfish boil thrown by one of Kenny’s coworkers a couple of weekends ago, and Riley got a little confused by the bottle I was holding.
He totally thought it was his.
And he completely staked a claim on it.
Until I took it away from him and wouldn’t let him have it back.
Boy, did he try to get it back, though. That son of mine is STRONG.
3 comments:
Funny!
oh LORD. Jeff will have to teach him how to pour a beer with no head on it, at the tender age of 8, for his mama. I'd say y'all are raisin' that boy right, but I'm not sure that's not child abuse...........
Well his bib says it all...I'm in charge!
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