Ozzy is out of reach, crying in his car seat.
“Say something nice to your brother, Hank.”
Hank leans in to gaze at Ozzy, caresses his cheek.
“Farty poop,” Hank coos. “Faaaarty poop.”
And Ozzy laughs.
Speaking His Language
24th June 2016
24th June 2016
Ozzy is out of reach, crying in his car seat.
“Say something nice to your brother, Hank.”
Hank leans in to gaze at Ozzy, caresses his cheek.
“Farty poop,” Hank coos. “Faaaarty poop.”
And Ozzy laughs.
“And as soon as Mom’s gone, I’m gonna show you how to make those fart noises with your armpit…”
This story and this picture are WONDERFUL. :-)
I just saw of your life list items was attend services at Glide Memorial. You must. Very welcoming church with a wonderful choir.
So beautiful (aaaaand a page out of my autobiography).