Tonight he pulled up and curled his meat hook hands over the side of the tub. He was so proud of himself. Just standing there in all his baby glory. I was half cheering him on and half holding onto him so he wouldn't bust it.
Little E's not so little bottom was just too tempting for Big E.
For all the world to see, but really it was just me, Big E credit checked him.
Yeah, I said it. CREDIT CHECKED. Right there. In the tub.
Don't know what it is? Look it up!
Little E thought this was hilarious and started laughing.
Really? I know I am surrounded by Boy Yoys and I need to adapt to their grossness, but I also need to be eased into this. Maybe just some alphabet burping? Or pooting?
Mrs. Yoy rule #19.