Buy A Paper Doll
05-28-2008, 10:22 PM
My husband is in the kitchen having a bowl of cereal for dinner. (Yes. Cereal for dinner. Donna Reed I am not.) Now, he is used to having lots of "help" while eating a bowl of cereal. Melody declares war on the spoon. Milo perches on the edge of the bowl and steals cheerios. As long as he doesn't spit bits of cereal back into the bowl when he's done with them, hubby doesn't mind.
So. Hubby's standing in the kitchen, eating cheerios, with Milo stealing an occasional cheerio and running up his arm to chew on it a bit before dropping it on the floor where the dog promptly slurps it up. And all is well with the world.
Until Melody goes and ruins it for everybody by dunking her big feather butt in the milk. Apparently it was bath time. :rolleyes:
So. Hubby's standing in the kitchen, eating cheerios, with Milo stealing an occasional cheerio and running up his arm to chew on it a bit before dropping it on the floor where the dog promptly slurps it up. And all is well with the world.
Until Melody goes and ruins it for everybody by dunking her big feather butt in the milk. Apparently it was bath time. :rolleyes: