Thursday, January 27, 2011

Another Snow Day

George came into our room, got into bed and cozied up to his Pop this morning at around 6am and this is what took place:

G: "Papa, can I have some breakfast?"
Pop: "Do you know what you want?"
G: "I know I don't want the smell of your breath."


  1. SNOT. OUT. MY. NOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! duuuuuuuuude. this is too much. too much awesomeness.

  2. it's like now he's not hungry, cause he heard his dad talk. ... dude, i'm losing it ovah hea