My hip hop phase.
Such a playa.
It really stinks to have a therapist for a Dad sometimes.
The Drool King
Can we get a bucket.
Forget the kisses Dad, how about that towel?
More drool.
At least they put a bib on me.
One of these days you will go in my mouth you evil toes, and when that day comes...
The bottle goes IN the mouth people.
I said IN THE MOUTH.
Rubber ducky...you’re the one...
Bathtime with Daddy
I wonder why he yells when I pull this dark stuff on his chest?
Long live the Drool King, ruler of all he surveys.
