"The baby tearfully told his tale of woe, but Mr. Giraffe stood silent, smiling apathetically. Damn you, Mr. Giraffe. Damn your heart of stone."Sleep-Deprived Humor
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
A bit of side story - whenever Robby wakes up, I change his diaper before feeding him. I then lay him in his crib (his changing table is to the right, out of the picture) as I prepare a bottle. He always seems to look towards the stuffed giraffe as if to complain that he just got a cold wet wipe to the crotch and that he's starving. I finally snapped a photo of it and had to commentate.
"The baby tearfully told his tale of woe, but Mr. Giraffe stood silent, smiling apathetically. Damn you, Mr. Giraffe. Damn your heart of stone."
"The baby tearfully told his tale of woe, but Mr. Giraffe stood silent, smiling apathetically. Damn you, Mr. Giraffe. Damn your heart of stone."