When I see hilarity like this it makes me think to myself, “I might want a little mini-me one day after all.”
I crack myself up and can’t help but think my spawn would crack me up just as much, if not more.
Oh- and of course annoy, frustrate, and bring me to a slow death
(only kidding about the above, of course. Well… mostly anyway).
Anyway, what in the world do you think is going on in this picture?
A. Throwing a big fist in the air while jubilantly saying, “Yessss! Cookie Time! But wait! What am I going to do with my red balloon? I know! I’ll stick it down my pants! Great place holder.”
B. Throwing a big fist in the air while jubilantly saying, “Yessss! Cookie Time! Good thing I’m only two! If I were 26 and lived in Oklahoma and ate dozens of these every day while blogging and complaining to my blog friends about fatness my stomach would look like this red balloon here tucked away in my pants!”
C. Throwing a big fist in the air while jubilantly saying, “Yessss! Cookie Time! Let’s pretend like I’ve got a baby in my belly so I can pretend I need to feed her too!”
D. I have no idea. You should seek therapy.
E. Please feel free to insert your own observation here.
definitely C. by the way, that whole “eating for 2 is a myth” and people who live by it will inevitably end up like the half ton mom.-