Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Are they your bloomers on his head?
I have often thought that I would like to be as flexible as a cat - and he would run them close. And yes. V.v. cute.
bwahahaha my sister used to do this as a baby! Very cute.
Aww. look at the cuddly smooshiness, I want to scoop him up and hug him.
Awwww, he's a sweetie!Eyes are on YOU Robert (and you damnwell know why).
One day all the fake RHs will hold a grogblog. That's one grogblog I'll be going to.
Andrew, smartie, you know my bloomers would cover him and the bouncy chair.EC, I think my flexible yoga days are well behind me although I can do a nice 'flat on my face' fall on carpet.Fenstar, aren't you going to be an auntie before long? We expect cute photos.Rochester, I'm surprised, it's been the belief of blogdom that you have the ability to get both feet in your mouth at the same time.If I'd been your mother, you'd have been the first poet of wealth.River, his father was sensible and didn't cart him around on Christmas Day so that mum could have plenty of time with him in the New Year.Jayne, nice to hear from you. Brawling with Rh again?Rh, isn't that pronouncement an oxymoron or something?
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