Mommy made me get all dressed up and is forcing us to take pictures by the Christmas tree. I'm ok with it because I have a black eye and feel it gives me some major street cred. Although, the sweater vest probably negates the black eye.
I'm a Princess and Mommy dresses me up like one to take pictures, but I'm not really feeling like being all "princess-y" at the moment.
Ok, maybe I am feeling it...
Nope, definitely NOT feeling like acting like a good little pretty Princess.
I am a ham. And I have adorable dimples. Mommy says that when I get older that all the ladies will go crazy for my dimples. I say they are already going crazy. But that's cool cuz I like to act crazy, too.
I'm giving Mommy all kinds of good photos of me because most of the time I'm the one not being cooperative instead of Sissy. But I figured I'd throw her a bone this time. Plus, she's bribing me with a candy cane.
That candy cane sure looks good.
Mommy made our tree soooo pretty.
Mom, I told you already I wasn't into this picture thing right now. -Princess
Mom, I'm done being a good boy for your photos. Now I want to act like a boy and roll around on the floor. -PMan
Quit it with the flash, Woman!
I'm going to try and take an ornament off the tree. I think Mom is distracted enough by Sissy at the moment. -PMan
I'm SO over this picture thing. But Mom really isn't getting it. -Princess
Since she's still snapping, I'm still screaming...
I just CAN'T.TAKE.IT.ANY.MORE.
Alright. Fine. I'll stop screaming. But don't think you're getting a smile outta me.
On second thought, no I won't stop screaming.
Oh my goodness, I don't get why she is torturing me.
It's the best time of the year, folks!
Much love,
E
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