July 19, 2009

Sometimes they're cute, and then I die.

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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