Mister Man, my littlest man, cranky with a cold.
Clingy, needy, tiring.
Mister Man, my littlest man, what do you do?
Mister man, my littlest man, cranky with your cold,
germy, drooling, snacking.
Mister man, my littlest man, how far can you lick?
Mister man, my littlest man, cranky with your cold,
finished, unobserved? Oh!
Hi, Momma.
Anybody want some left-over peanut butter?
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10 comments:
He's so cute! I hope he feels better soon!
Oh that was so cute! When mine are sick I let them have anything they want - they are so pathetic!
Cute poem! Get well soon Mister Man!
Poor little fella, we've had a round of the yuckies going around in our house lately too!
Love the candid shots you caught! ;)
Very cute-but no thanks on the peanut butter!
Aw, what a sweetheart! I hope he feels better soon.
Love the poem! Hope your mister man is feeling better soon.
I have a cranky, germy, drooling little man like that too! I love him more than the world, but there's no way I'd eat peanut butter from a jar he licked!
No thanks!!! That peanut butter is ALL yours!!! Very cute post!!! Have a good day...
I hope he soon feels better. I love the way they work so hard to do things solo. The way they don't know the word NO. The older they get the easier they tend to want to quit... but as toddlers... no doing!
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