"I love babies, I love them soooo much."
Yes and you can love this one and the other one and that's enough. No more talk about babies.
Yes and you can love this one and the other one and that's enough. No more talk about babies.
Harris usually rolls the want to teach his offspring to talk, so we make an attempt. He tries for a moment then gives up. I'm not sure what this says about poor Banyan. Instead he runs back up to the nursery to check out the new baby.
"Hey baby, want to plant some seeds?"
"Ohhh yeah."
No. There will be NO seed planting of any kind. Not on my watch.
"Ohhh yeah."
No. There will be NO seed planting of any kind. Not on my watch.
And then I catch this. What the HELL is this?!!??!? WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS THIS?!?! You better pray that you've just poisoned yourself eating bad food. <From unknown causes>
HOW? HOW HOW HOW?
HOW? HOW HOW HOW?
HOW?!?!!? WHY just WHY?! Why would you do this?! I can't handle anymore babies. You can't handle any more babies!! WHEN did they manage this? I checked and the only time I saw them woohoo it was just REG woohoo. Risky is turned way down. I'm going to go and cry.
On a slightly bright note, Cypress plays the guitar......... I'm really looking for a reason not to abandon the whole family right now.
You jerk. You horny, baby making jerks. I'm seriously going to cry.