Happy Holidays from the Sewer Treatment Plant
Last evening, DramaMama and I were watching a show in our room when the Bear came in.
"Daddy will you get me some of your favorite drink of egganog?"
"Ask Clinton if he will get some for you."
"No, he might say it's poop!"
Labels: Drummer Boy, The Bear
posted by CheezWeezil at 10:19 PM
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2 Comments:
any reason "why" he might say it's poop?
Lol. Big brothers are great aren't they? That's something mine would have done. :)
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