Mommy and Daddy were going to get me a bucket swing. A bucket swing? Do you think I'm that little? I had to take matters into my own hands, and fast. I had to prove to them that I was big kid swing material. And I am...just look at me. Cool as a cucumber. No fear, no worries. Just me and the sweet breeze in my hair. Big Kid Swing Material. That's me.
1 comments:
he's too cute.
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