Harrison woke from a sound sleep at 8:30 tonight. He was hysterical, so I figured he was having teething issues. I brought him downstairs to give him a hefty dose of Motrin when he noticed the Morning Glory muffins I had just baked for the first day of school tomorrow. He lunged, grabbed one, and crammed it into his mouth. After he downed that one, he polished off another before I finally just put him in the high chair with his THIRD muffin. He ate a bit of it; and then this happened:
A cowboy (shirt) has to eat after a long day on the range. Real men hunt, fish, eat, sleep. The more you feed him the more he's going to love his mother.
ReplyDeleteIt would be cruel if it wasn't so darn funny.
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