So I took Owen to the local pub and I have to say, you get a little booze in that guy and he's pretty quick to go one of two ways. This is especially true since we taught him that tapping your chest means I love you. He's always pretty happy when we walk in, but pretty soon it's either "what are you lookin' at" or "I... I love you, man", or, as was the case this time, both.
First Drink:
I love scotchy, scotch, scotch. Here it goes down, down into my belly.
Third Drink:
Hey, buddy! You put another Chicago song on and you'll be singin' "Saturday, in the Park, I Think I had a Baby Foot in My Ass!"
Fifth Drink:
Have I ever told you how much I love you, man? I mean, it's cool, but you're like the best.
2 comments:
its also a good way to get him to like hats! lol!!!!
love great aunt maryann
I think the "I love you, man" is the best one, although the bad-ass look was pretty cute, too. That's one you just don't see on a baby very often. :0)
Many hugs from Mom / Grandma Bug
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