My mom babysat last night so Chuck and I could go out with some friends. Junior spent the night at her house. When I called this morning to arrange for Junior's pick-up she said,"There's something I need to tell you. Please don't be mad."
"Go ahead..."
"He woke up at nine."
Oh, Junior, your father and I are happy for 7:20 a.m.
You are on thin ice.
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When his tox screen comes back, I'd be looking for Nyquil and Rice cereal, or the "Velvet Hamer", as we call it.
;-)
Jay
They were probably playing a game of quarters, taking shots of Cuervo til midnight LOL. Kids are little stinkers aren't they?!
LOL at Jay's comment. Maybe this is the beggining of him sleeping in later maybe? :)
You have another award on my blog :)
No, he was up at 6:45 a.m. This is going in his baby book.
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