Every month I turn a month older, and every month, Mama stages a photoshoot. Same brown chair, same crude crayon sign, same cupcake that she ends up eating herself because I “don’t have teeth”. Well guess who decided to mix things up this time? Hint: he’s wearing a drool splattered rock ‘n roll shirt.
Chair – drooled upon. Sign – crumpled and eaten. Cupcake – smashed with hand. And yeah, that’s a clip on tie. What?