Um, yeah.
The above pictured are scattered scenes in & about our home.
You can only imagine the double takes when my eyes cast glance-like views on empty stages of play like the one you see here.
Boba Fett's helmet
Blaster Gun
Mini-Sleeping Beauty Doll
And, for all those quite certain the ruffles and bows are in full effect, may I interest you in what really is going down?
Mollye is becoming, oh, how shall I say it?
She be thuggin'.
Go on and press the play button on Bone Thugs n Harmony Thuggish Ruggish Bone right about now.
You can pretend Mollye is Shatasha Williams gettin' hers in the chorus.
{For those new readers not familiar with Mollye, meet her here.}
Word'em up, Cali. Casey-trisac ain't got nothin' but love for you, G.
Yeah, we be eatin' our snack outside on nothin' but cee-to-the-crete.
Why?
Cause we're hard like that.
Yes, life with a little girl and bookend brothers brings brand new meaning to what one would call creative play.
Go on, Shatasha.
Do you thang, girl.
.mac :)
1 comment:
That's how dem Casey-Cobble cousins roll, yo. Back the coupes up den chuck the deuce up. She's got that super base.
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