Yes, my son is a cannibal. He often attempts to eat my face, okay, gum my face. He is at that stage where everything, and I mean everything, goes into his mouth. Quite the explorer is my Griffin. He is also at that stage where he holds onto any clothe he comes in contact with. Not so bad if it wasn't normally the front of my shirt he is continually pulling down!
The T-shirt says, 'My Mummy Rocks'. It is so sad that I must dress him in clothing that proclaim me to be wonderful, but, hey, no one else will do it. Griffin had his passport photo taken today. It was quite interesting trying to get him to look at the camera in the little photo booth. I can only hope it's accepted. He did change his shirt for the occasion, choosing an orange Rocha polo. Okay, that might have been necessary based on the amount of drool and spit-up this poor outfit was exposed to. And yet he is still adorable
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