THAT'S MY BOY
While feet kick wildly at the breakfast bar, and in between humming "The Farmer in the Dell," Rojo says, "Mom, I am never going to break up with J. I am always going to be there for her. I am never going to make her life miserable. I am always going to be there if she needs me."
Then he went back to kicking, singing and eating his 25 pieces of bacon before saying, "I wish I had a bodyguard."
"I am your bodyguard," I said while making bacon slices 26-30.
"No. You cannot be my bodyguard, you have small muscles."
I beg to differ.
Friday, November 13, 2009
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I, too, beg to differ.
And the bacon - OMG. No wonder you hate food. Can you make it on parchment paper over a cookie sheet in the oven? I used to cook breakfast at a country club, and that's how we made it.
love.
My bet is on you vs Kevin Costner.
30 pieces of bacon in one morning surely will put some weight on Rojo.
No one could ask for a better bodyguard than you, Ms. Link. No one.
Oh my god, too funny. You are STRONG!
Bodyguard! How does he come up with these things?! ;)
It's the little ones you have to watch out for - I'd want you guarding my body anytime. With all that bacon, Rojo won't be one of the little ones much longer. Wish I could eat that much bacon.
I. LOVE. BACON. Organic.
Keep eating Rojo! Woo-hoo! And you my friend have big ass muscles.
Not that I've been looking at your ass.
Perfect reply.
I'm worried about his cholesterol.
(Kidding. Glad he's eating!)
HA! Small muscles, my butt! That boy had better watch it.
So cute! That's a LOT of bacon! holy cow!
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