The unbearable cuteness
My nephews… I don’t know. I just want to squeeze and squeeze them. The youngest especially, because the oldest would just be like “Hey stop hugging me! I’m five!”, and the youngest actually likes getting hugs and kisses. When he smiles, his entire face lights up.
Tonight, Rob and I went over to my parents’ to share in the New Year turkey (a day late – 60 cm. of snow yesterday!) and my brother and SIL had brought their boys over for a sleepover. Anyway, my mom had bought them each a new toothbrush, because the ones they keep at their house were getting pretty old. Little D. was so excited about this new toothbrush (it was this one, if anyone needs to see it – the smiley face and the suction cup bottom were particular favourites) that he played with it for a full half-hour. Making it talk, pretending to brush every doll’s teeth… and then he moved on to the nativity set. I think this is the first time anyone in the world has ever uttered the phrase “Sweetie, please don’t brush the Wise Man’s teeth”.
January 2nd, 2009 saat: 11:53 pm
LOL – but the wise man’s teeth probably needed brushing.