Welcome to dinner at my house tonight. Go forth and release the judgement -- let the condemnation flow. I am 99.8% sure no one has washed their hand, 87.4% sure some one just burped and 68.2% positive there is a plane on the table. Oh LORD, and 16.7% sure this just came out of Middle Twerp's nose.
And this spawn? With a helmet? I have no earthy idea. But we do not discourage his safety conscience measures. After all, we cannot afford another set of stitches.
And -- WAIT -- who is that kid? Where did he come from? And why did I not notice him until dessert?
For the love of sweet Jesus, we love and embrace all. And we gave him the noodle from MT's nose. No harm, no foul.
And -- WAIT -- who is that kid? Where did he come from? And why did I not notice him until dessert?
3 comments:
Hi expression makes it clear to me that he isn't one of yours.........he doesn't look too terribly happy to be photographed........much unlike your hammish spawn! LOL
We usually have a stray kid or two also. Kids make mealtime...interesting! LOL
Mmm! spaghetti!
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