Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Life Through the eyes of My Tazmanian

Sometimes it becomes necessary to hand our phones over to the children.
For peace.
For quiet.
For the love of Peter.

These are photos that The Taz took one morning last week.

Every time Mom asks me to put on my shoes, I'm going to junk up her phone with pictures of Elmo.
(There were exactly 16 pictures of this same shot on my phone.)

Oh look, a movie.

"Wook at my shurt, Yiyee." Said the Bear Cub to the Taz.

On my way to The Club with my fancy sparkly shoes that make me go fast.

There's that lady.
When I'm done with her phone I'm gonna tell her she parks like a sausage.

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