If I were really a gangster, I wouldn't have a gorilla on my shirt!
They call me Lil' Milks. There is not justifying it.
I didn't know it at the time because I was only 2 days old...but when my Dad told me that he was my father, he was wearing a strange black mask...
Photobomb by Cinder.
Ok, If the neighborhood kids get a look at this picture..I will be laughed off the block! Matching hat Mom? So uncool...
Use your imagination...I have a feeling this will be blackmail in my future. I would have worked out a little more...
Why all the ridiculous hats?
Ok guys...the name Luke! I will never live this down...
Yes, that is me...being swallowed by a huge sleeping bag...You would.
I can't grow a mustache yet...way to rub it in!!
Are they mocking me? Thanks Grandpa for not participating...
And again..more hats..why? I don't even have a choice in the matter.
Ok, you got me on this one...pretty funny.
They put me in this shark robe after bath time. I can't even walk yet!
Really Dad? Really?
Ok, I have to admit, this is cool.
Haven't they ever heard of napkins? They knew that my motor skills were lacking. They did this on purpose.
I'm not wearing pants...
I was so young and naive. Guess what I found out...none of my friends are real.
They didn't tell me to make a silly face!
Look how frustrated I was and they thought it was funny!
Dad...there is a whale shark behind me. Poor parenting...
What am I to you? Live bait?
I was throwing up and Mom decided to take a picture of it. Gross and sad.
Dad wanted to pretend we were mannequins. People were walking by to point and gawk at us. I had nightmares.
The nightmares were about the killer gigantic naan that I had to stand next to.
Just put me in a bucket...no big deal. I'm not mobile. YET!
Enough with the hats already..
All I can say is...Payback is a Beach.
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