
Hi, Momma. Where are we going? I'm guessing somewhere really cold since I'm wearing my puffy snowsuit. What? Target? Target's only a block from here. . . are we walking? No, not walking. Why: 1) are we driving to Target; 2) am I wearing this snowsuit to just get in the car? Oh yea, that's right. It's 1 degree above zero with a windchill of 20 below. Kinda cold. Good thinking, Mommy.

Alert, alert! I just fell over. Don't worry, I'm okay. Not real good at figuring out mobility in this puffball suit. Thanks, Mommy for running to my aide. Sheesh.

While I'm down here, it looks like this block needs to go in the box. Hey, if life gives you lemons, make lemonade!

Whew. Made it up again. Momma, why do you keep running away from me, trying to get my picture? I don't look that silly in this thing. You're giving me a complex.

Alert, alert! I halfway fell down again. I am getting pretty tired of this.

There, I made it to the door. Let's go on our adventure, Mommy. Will you buy me some puffs at Target? No? Hmmm, we'll see about that (I smell a tantrum)
1 comment:
AJ-next time, after your mommy has gotten you dressed in the snowsuit tell her that you pooped! That seems to rile them up!
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