We have two one year olds in our house.
One is precious. Delightful and obedient. Full of smiles.
The other?
Brown. Ever shedding. A counter surfer. Her mouth – always open. We joke that if she were a missionary, she would bite people with the Gospel.
I can’t understand why she won’t cooperate.
It’s just a hat.
Maybe she’s shy.
Seriously Ruth? Please cooperate.
Happy Birthday, Ruth.
Your birthday present? We will let you sleep in our bed tonight.
Oh wait. You sneak up there each night anyway.
P.S. This post was lovingly written by myself along with the help of three very funny little boys.
