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.
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Thursday, March 3, 2011
3/03 - Squawkie wants a coffee
Don't be silly! Parrots don't drink coffee. They prefer rum. Or maybe that's just me.
Now Bob the Builder has parrot twins. Poor Bob hears "Squawk!" in each ear.
Now Bob the Builder has parrot twins. Poor Bob hears "Squawk!" in each ear.
"I love Mommy," says Lil' Gal.
ReplyDelete"I'll give you a beautiful dream when you get back home," says Lil' Guy.
I love Lil' Gal. And Lil' Guy.
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to get a beautiful dream! Thank you!
And I'm still smiling about the dancing banana from this morning. (I ate him, of course.)