So while lazily scrolling through my beloved Pinterest, I realized that my life is actually a meme. It’s sad. But true.
I don’t know why I even try. (and now I want oreos)
This is a sure fire way to get kicked in the teeth. If you don’t stay at home (even part time) you just can’t understand.
I don’t think Roey knows that John has answers too.
Seriously. A solo poop would mean everything to me.
Is this something in the ‘how-to-be-a-kid’ handbook?
Listen…8:00p.m. eastern is the best moment of each day! (Naptime is a close second)
Convinced Roey has partial deafness. Only certain tones are not picked up by his ears…. the tone of my voice, namely.
Why do they always want more? Every day it’s the same thing…
Truer words have never been spoken.