Saturday, January 14, 2012

Yoy Missile Crisis

I was attempting to get Big E to clean up his toy area upstairs.  In a period of 20 minutes he had dumped the majority of it on the floor.

Big E, clean up all of your toys.

READ TO ME! (nerd)

Not until you put everything back.

With ice cold blood running through his veins, he looked me right in the eyes, pulled his submarine out of the bin, and walked it over to the ottoman.

He didn't blink once as he fired off two missiles from his submarine.  He just stared at me.

Oh, how I wish those were real missiles and I could launch them at you.





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