Mister Fweem's Blog: 17-Mile Daddy

Friday, December 19, 2008

17-Mile Daddy

Once and a while, one of your kids does something so funny and unexpected it just throws you for a loop. Take today, for example. I've been working on getting stuff posted to Uncharted, and taking lots of notes so I'd know what I had to do. My six-year-old daughter came along when I wasn't in the room, saw my notes and decided to add one of her own (shown above with the red arrows). She's such a cutie.

1 comment:

Maaike said...: That is SO CUTE!! I'm jealous of you and your stupid cute life! I don't even have a pet! Just plants! And they're dying! Just for that, NO SOUP FOR YOU!; January 3, 2009 at 7:49 PM

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