The Willie Sol Zone
It's official-- I am a child laborer. I worked for one half hour for the Bon Marché (but they'll pay me for a whole hour). They put me in a velveteen outfit and took pictures of me. It was kind of like the way Papa harrasses me with the video camera all the time. I had to turn down a tryout for another commercial though because they are shooting on Rosh Hashana, and we have to go to shul. Oh well, Buick can wait.After the Bon shoot, I went downtown and did lunch with Mommie. I offered to pick up the tab, but she said she had buttons that day, and not tabs. Life with Papa during the week has been fine. I eat. We walk. We swing and jump. We fly. Papa claims that I have not grown since I came home from the hospital, but I hardly fit into my Snuggli any more. That's probably why I am singing (screaming?) more. Growing pains dontcha know.
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I am quickly becoming an expert in the field of Thumb Sucking.
Here I am teaching my Auntie Laurie how to suck her thumb. Her technique needs some work though.
When I'm not sucking my thumb...
...I'm eating the Hangaroos, and let me tell you--Good eatin', them!
Hee hee, I made a funny.
This is one of my favorite places to sleep.
The only problem is he gets a little squirrelly. 5 more dollars in my therapy fund, Papa. Your silly faces are obviously leaving emotional scars upon my fragile psyche.
You remember Max from weeks ago? Here he is again with his Mommie, Eddie.
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