He thinks he is going to have a lot of donuts. But, I am sorry dear, the serving size says only 3 so that is all you get. Luckily for me, he goes with this.
Hi!
WUZ UP?!
So tired.
"Reagan, can I have your donuts?"
"Yeah right, bro! I am going to shove these in my mouth and treasure the yummy goodness."
Sleepy-head.
Donuts gobbled up, eggs coming and fruit. And we had to change Reagan because she had chocolate all over her pants and feet. Happy Sunday... Rather, happy Monday, since we are behind. Oops, Reagan's bow is slipping.
0 comments:
Post a Comment