I will do this again because the pictures in the first post were little bastards and went all micro-penis small. I will attempt to create them larger. Because we all know we like it big. And rough. Or maybe that's just me.
The Large Fry has come to realize that over the last year his little brother Small Fry has become a permanent household item. This doesn't please him at all. Not even a little bit.
This is how Large Fry would like to see his home life:
Unfortunately for him this is how it really is:
***I would like to point out that during the middle of creating this post, Small Fry decides to take a leap off our landing and down 6 stairs to the front door. My heart has returned, my hair is grayed, and I'm pretty sure I pissed myself. I can't tell due to the massive amounts of sweat I am STILL producing 15 minutes later.**
So today has been a series of conversations about why Small Fry is here to stay. Some highlights include:
"But WHY?!"
"If I give up Santa can he go back to Edmonton?"
"It makes me cry when brother poops and I can smell it"
But I think my all time favorite was "Mommy..why do we have brother? You already have a perfect Pee Pie."
I didn't know what to say. I really didn't. A perfect Pee Pie he says. Can't really argue with the logic. I just smiled and said 'But I love you so much I wanted to share it with Brother."
"Well Mommy..sharing sucks."
"Well Mommy..sharing sucks."
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