This is one of my favourites, it’s how far down my arms can I physically let my coat drop before Mum will actually carry my coat for me.
I lose, every time…
Posted on October 22, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged Children, Doodlemum, Drawing, Family, Humour, Illustration, Life, Pen and Ink, Sketchbook. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
aaaaawwwww poor doggy and poor you xxxx
Poor baby. Awkward!
I hate doing this: "vial"
The ultimate recycle of life. My grandmother had a bed of pansies by the walkway to the back door. M
LOL... the same as myself when i come home from the hairdresser... way much better, maybe i will be
Me too. Same vax. A bit of a headache but that was it. Hang in there.. Terry
Congratulations!
We are creatures of habit I think, we like it the way it is!
Ha! Same thing happens to me, except with my little guy’s favorite blankie…
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I just had a hard time trying to swallow my sip of coffee while bursting out laughing….! An epiphany as always!
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Hmmm, lovely new, warm coats for winter? Make the little blighters go without them tomorrow!
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