Every day, my 12th grade twins give me a toy to bring to work. I send home pictures of how the toy is "helping" me, and then save them to this blog. (OK, obviously, we are not really doing this anymore. Teenagers, amiright?) It definitely makes work more fun. For me -- I can't speak for the poor toy. Please do not use any of my images or writing without contacting me for permission.
"Can you bring the monkey home?" asks Lil' Guy.
ReplyDelete"Lil' Guy is gonna grab it!" complains Lil' Gal.
"I love you, Clappy," adds Lil' Guy, while clapping.
"I have weeds," says Lil' Gal.
I will bring the monkey home if you guys take turns with it and do not fight about it. (If you do, I'll bring him back to work.) OK?
ReplyDeleteI love YOU, Happy!
What kind of weeds?