Thursday, August 5, 2010
Britton stopped by the house one afternoon last week to grab a quick lunch, as he does sometimes. Half the time we're here, half the time I'm at work...you just never know where the heck we all are at any given time. But on this day, thank heavens we were here because Pollard was feeling frisky. When Britton started to leave, he grabbed him to get a hug and kiss. Instead he got about 8 french kisses. I kid you not when I tell you, my baby turned his head to the side, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, all the while going straight for Britton's mouth.
Posted by Lindsey Henig at 6:33 PM