Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Eight Crazy Nights


OK, I only got presents on one of the nights, but it was exciting nonetheless. Here I am posing with my new toys. I got a wrestling doggie and a platypus from my mommy and daddy and a rubber doggie from my aunt and uncle. I like the rubber doggie the best but they kept insisting it was the wrong toy. Dumb luck, I guess. My uncle was mean to me; he pushed me away and yelled at me and I was only trying to be friendly. But he made up for it with a nice toy. It squeaks and everything.

4 comments:

Barak said...

You got three? Well, one must go to Uncle Sam for redistrution. Fork it over.

Tommy said...

Dear President-Elect Obama -- I'll gladly pay my fair share when you get Sasha and Malia their cockapoo.

Barak said...

There is no relationship between you paying and me keeping my promises.

worried big brother said...

Tommy your eyes are red in this picture and it makes you look scary and possessed. I hope your mother is not putting something in your water.