"Hey, Sweet Cheeks!" is what the Wal Mart greeter yelled at you this afternoon when we walked into the store. You were such a peach all day long, until you single-handedly tried to bring down the flour tortilla display. When I told you "no," you hollered at me, as if you wanted to know who the hell I thought I was taking that pack of 24 tortillas out of your beefy little hand.
After shopping, we picked up Dad and met Uncle Nate for pizza:
Nate can make crazy sounds with his mouth - he promised he would teach them all to you when you get a little older, along with how to make obnoxious sounds with your armpit.
Can't wait.
Love,
Mom
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