Thursday, March 15, 2012

That's my boy.

John fake tackled me and pushed me on the bed.

PJ runs over, stands in front of me, put his arms out and flexes and says, LOUDLY,

"DON'T YOU PUSH MY MAMA!"

In a raspy, threatening voice.

That's my boy.
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