Hey, I never claimed to be Betty Crocker, but it was edible and he could play with the truck afterwards, so it worked for me.
Jocelyn, waiting for the party. Asking me for the 500th time when we were going to have cake. And posing. Shocker.
Jericho, wasting time before the party. Pulling every single DVD off the rack... like he does.
I know that everyone thinks that their kid is the cutest kid in the whole world. And I'm sure that all of your kids are adorable, but I'm gonna go out on a limb and say they're no Jericho Blecha.
Finally - present time.
"Uh, yeah... I'm not sure if anyone has noticed that someone seems to have left some sort of chocolaty-messiness within my reach, but, uh..."
"I'm just gonna take a little taste..."
(I believe that this is where the sugar was starting to get to him and he was becoming a little, uh, loopy.)
Chocolate Moose.
1 comments:
Best. Cake. Ever. I want one.
And Mr. Jericho looks like a blast!
I hear you on the economy thing. It's getting kinda crappy 'round here too.
But, huh, I guess...as long as the liquor store's still open...
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