Alden is sitting on the floor, looking dreamy and sweet. Damon, Mom and I are arranged on various couches.
Me: Alden, I love you.
Alden: No, Grammy love me. Graaaaaaaaamy! I looooooove you!
Jerk.
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Posted by Anonymous on January 16, 2010 at 4:54 am
I remember when the Mini was little, that would have broken my heart, but now that he’s older and there’s two, I’m like, “pfft, fine whatever, I need the break. Go love Gramma more than me.”
Because you know they’ll always be back.
-Statia
Posted by Anonymous on January 16, 2010 at 4:54 am
I remember when the Mini was little, that would have broken my heart, but now that he’s older and there’s two, I’m like, “pfft, fine whatever, I need the break. Go love Gramma more than me.”
Because you know they’ll always be back.
-Statia
Posted by travellight on January 16, 2010 at 5:03 am
Children. First they walk on your heart. Eventually they walk on your wallet.
Posted by travellight on January 16, 2010 at 5:03 am
Children. First they walk on your heart. Eventually they walk on your wallet.
Posted by lemon_says on January 16, 2010 at 1:57 pm
I hear you. I say, “Oh, I love my boy,” and he says, “Noooo! I’m GRANDMA’S boy!” Brainwashing, man.
Posted by lemon_says on January 16, 2010 at 1:57 pm
I hear you. I say, “Oh, I love my boy,” and he says, “Noooo! I’m GRANDMA’S boy!” Brainwashing, man.
Posted by bramey on January 18, 2010 at 2:42 am
Yeah, kid, I’ll remember that next time you call for me in the middle of the night because you crapped your pants.
Posted by bramey on January 18, 2010 at 2:42 am
Yeah, kid, I’ll remember that next time you call for me in the middle of the night because you crapped your pants.