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.
No comments:
Post a Comment