Thursday, November 27, 2008

Speaking of Turkeys

Paul knew something was awry last night when Andy went into our bedroom to watch tv and I took Paul into the boys' room to go to bed. He did not like that one bit. So he cried. And tried to escape. And cried some more. And screamed a little bit.

And then he jammed his fingers into his mouth, gagged himself and threw up.

No, that was not an accident. That was purposeful and semi-hateful.

Little turkey.

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