You let your almost two-year old eat straight out of the pumpkin pie tin on a day that's not even his birthday or Thanksgiving.
You let your houseguests read stories to your kid while you sack out on the floor.
You let your houseguests sweep and mop your floor while you blab your mouth on the phone. (no pictures of this one, but y'all: he's 13 and he insisted -- we may have to keep him)
You turn around and see your almost-two year old sporting these sunglasses and flinging around a man-sized hammer really closed to the newly-replaced window. (couldn't get the hammer in the shot)
Your name is Jo Mama and you have NOTHING else to say. Now that's bad.
G'night y'all.
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Come to M'boro. I just found a place full of antique tractors. Goosey would be in John Deere heaven!!
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