Thursday, February 23, 2012

The boy's got flair.

So, I'm sitting on the living room floor, annoyed, and shout for Paul to get in here this minute to get his PJs on.

Nothing. . .

. . .then he leaps into the room and crouches dramatically - wearing a black half-mask and not a stitch else.

What could I do? I cracked the hell up, and we spent the next several minutes laughing our fool heads off.

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