Sunday, September 7, 2008

At what point should I start to worry?

Heard from the bedroom: 

"Here we are! That wasn't that bad, was it?"

"Lem! You're hiding!"

bump bump "Lem! You're ok!"

Rock a bye baby Sung. TO. A. LEMON.

Uh ... kid? IT'S A LEMON.

Trust my kid to come up with a really peculiar fetish.

The good news is that I got pictures of the reading with Lem-in-a-sock. The things I will have prepared for his high school graduation / first serious girl/boy friend / wedding day. Hee.

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