Papa, I'm hungry.
Papa: "Wait for Mom. She gonna fix our breakfast."
I'm starving.
Mom, where are you?
I'm dying.
Papa: "I'm starving too. Where is she?"
I found her, Papa.
Papa: "Bobby Lee, your fault! She is picking up your doo-doo."
"What?"
Mom: "Bobby Lee, you don't have to hide. It is not your fault. Papa is mean."
Papa: "Mom is always indulges you, Bobby Lee."
Mom, I'm sorry for saying this while you are taking care of my thing ...
But we are hungry.
Mom: "OK. I'll come up soon. Wait."
Papa, she said that she was coming soon ... but she didn't come.
It's Mom!
Mom, please give me mine first.
Papa: "Me, me me first!"
Bobby Lee, has your Papa ever fixed your breakfast or picked up your business!?
ReplyDeleteMy Pop-pop fixed my breakfast and always picked up my business. Even when DMF told Pop-pop not to go tottering around in the garden.
Tell your Papa to get his mojo going. He's not holding up the family tradition.
Two big spoiled boys!
xoxo
From another spoiled boy
P.S. My little Westie friend Boswell died of a pulmonary embolism early Thursday morning. His mom is Maureen. Bozzie was 14.5 years old. He got pneumonia and died very quickly. He used to come to the gate to see if I could come out to play. I'll miss my little white buddy.