GQ

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It's just me posing for my latest photo shoot with "1000 Words Photography".

That smart photo lady bribed me with the promise of one of my sweet, sweet addictions (Smarties) & I willingly conceded.

The smile & charm I get from my Daddy.

Not as easily photographed, the Chutzpah I get from my Mommy.

You don't speak Yiddish?  We don't either, but my Pappy looked it up & he says it reminds him of my Mom.

Whatever it is, I'm glad I've got it.

And so is my Mom...usually.

Flying Reindeer?

Just as unbelievable as envisioning a jolly-sized man squeezing down my chimney on Christmas Eve, today I met the beasts he claims to fly him around, pulling his sleigh through the air.
Fly? Right...These hairy creatures couldn't even stand when I went to visit them!

It makes me question, what other fabrications are my parents telling me?

Day 2 - The Ban Is Lifted

PIECE OF CAKE!  I even got a sticker for being so good.
I don't know what my Mom was so worried about; I know exactly what I am doing.

When I didn't want to be there, I just bit someone.
(PS~ Sorry if you were subject to being a pawn in my master plan)
After biting, they would (quickly) get my Mom...exactly what I wanted.

Now I look forward to a little time away from her.  She's always following me around and asking me what I am doing.
Give a boy some space!

My only complaint about my gym sanctuary is what tattle-tales they are.  They "report" every little thing, including my love of hand sanitizer.  Not the enjoyment I get from putting it on my hands, but of consuming it.
I guess my Mom can start planning my debut on A&E's Grammy winning series "Intervention".

Day 1 - The Ban Is Lifted

I'M BACK!  My temporary ban from the gym daycare has been lifted.  My Mom was able to leave me there for 60 whole minutes & I was an angel.
Now she can quit blaming me for those mysterious 10 lbs & take some accountability in her love of all things salty, crunchy & begin with the word "Lays".
Dear Mother, I lay claim to many of the wrongs you have encountered since my arrival into this world, but the junk in your trunk is all you sista'.

I'll let you know if I fall off the wagon tomorrow when she attempts a second day.
We shall see.