I've got oodles of pictures I just have to share with everyone. That and I needed a good excuse to say smorgeshborg. A word that is ten times more fun to say than crotch. And I'm pretty damn sure nothing rhymes with smorgeshborg.
Cereal, the Onslaught. (Another great word. What rhymes with onslaught?!)
First bite....unsure.........
Second bite, weirded out......
Third bite, WTF?!
Fourth bite, would much rather eat the bib.......
Now ready to lose her shit.......
Oh thank god, the crazy lady took off my bib and I found my thumb.....
Camera, the Onslaught
Oh lookey a flashy camera thingy......
Closer.......
Trying harder.........
Oh nevermind, my thumb is way cooler.
Five Years Old and I Know More Than You, the Onslaught.
My little tree hugger, who today asked for a bunk-a-bed. Where the hell am I going to find a bunk-a-bed?! And don't you even dare try to correct him. Obviously. What the hell was I thinking?
And finally an over excited 5 year old and a moody hormonal teenager. Let's title this:
Teenager, A Moody Get the Fucking Camera Out Of My Face Onslaught
(smorgeshborg, smorgeshborg, smorgeshborg.........sorry, had to get that out of my system......)