Sometimes they're cute, and then I die.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
After a paricularly tiring morning,
I tried to get Danny into bed for a nap.
Of course,
HE'S THREE.
And he obviously knows what is best for him.
Cue 15 minutes later....
Let's take a closer look.
I don't know what I like better,
his delicious pouty lips,
or the drool coming out of them.
And I am especially fond of the dirt between his chubby little fingers.
All I know,
is that moments like this one,
are the reason I became a mother.
♥ you Danny Mac.
~Mom
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