The other day while I was cooking dinner, I heard Z in her room using her super high-pitched, sugary sweet "Mommy" voice. I was certain that she was in there with her "babies" changing diapers or taking off all of their clothes. (Seriously, why am I the only one that ever dresses the babies? Are we doomed to live in the land of the nude doll?)
I was not prepared for what I walked in on.
I hope you are ready for this (and for those of you with pee issues - get prepared).
|Poor sweet, little Rocky!|
We really don't need pets.
I wish George had a home to go to.
I really wish he would go home.
But I feel so sorry for him that I keep feeding him.
I guess he is home.