The eleven month old grandson is back living with us. At first I grumbled alot and I do mean ALOT about having him here but blessings can come in disguised smaller packages. He pulls my hair as he tries to stand up. He hits me with his little fist and lays his head on me. The adults all say, "Look everyone, he is loving on the dog. Isn't that cute?" UGH!As I was saying, blessing do come. This kid has some really good stuff fall off his high chair. I don't even have to wait long at all. The kid, Jason, throws things off his tray without even looking at it. But I think he is weird. Sometimes he throws food off his tray and then he leans over to look at it. Well, what do you expect me to do, put it back on his tray? Hell no!! I'm gonna gobble it faster that anybody says "No, Buddy. That's the baby's." I am a dog, afterall.
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