Since my parents have been neglecting this blog lately, I decided to sign on myself and share a little story with our readers. One morning I was sitting atop daddy's lap while he was working on his laptop.
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I was innocently eating my chocolate puffs when he asked me if I would feed one to him. At first, I wasn't sure if I wanted to share one of my chocolate puffs with him. He certainly wasn't sharing his laptop with me. Instead he just said "no, no, no" every time I tried to touch one of the buttons. He knows I hate it when he says that. And besides, it's mommy that stays home and plays with me all day.
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But then I recalled a memory of daddy pushing me around the house in my wagon, which I have to admit was pretty fun.
So I decided that I would share a chocolate puff with him after all. However, something about this new memory didn't seem quite right.
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There we go. Now that's the color in which memories are made.
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What would we do without Photoshop?
3 comments:
That is cute...gotta love the "daddy" moments huh!!
Especially since they're so few and far between.
She is such a doll! She does love to share those little treats of hers. She likes to give them to me when I am tending her.--Granny O
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