My eldest son used to jump up in my bed when he was around 2 years old and carefully pile every pillow in the house on top of me. As I lay there, pleasantly smothered I could here his little voice asking me...
"...are you BASHED, daddy?...you BASHED?"
Monday, August 22, 2005
SEAWEED MAN
My son Casey made this guy out of RED TIDE leftovers...
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