Danny and brother.

Danny loves hats. He wears them everywhere. When he knows we're getting ready to go, he grabs his hat and brother's. He wears them sideways, backwards and inside out. When I put them on right, he switches them promptly. He does things his way. He is bossy.  



 

He is bossy and he lives off carbs. No vegetables for him, unless his mother shoves them down his throat, which is no fun for either party. So we go with crackers. He'll grow out of it. maybe.

 

He is bossy and stubborn. Let's go. Have I told you? 

He's also very squishly. 

So we just squeeze. 

 

And squeeze.

 

And kiss and squeeze. 

 

Both.

 

The end.