Reed’s foray into a hotel pool’s cold waters didn’t go exactly as planned. You would have thought that I was subjecting him to enhanced interrogation techniques based on the volume (decibel levels) and volume (quantity) of his cries. Things certainly got better for him once he got back in his mother's arms.
We got some photographic evidence of the event so that he’ll have proof years later to the claim that we’re torturers, but the pics also allow for this fun flashback (splashback?):
Saturday, April 03, 2010
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