The other night, Cab was (as usual) standing directly between the remote and the television. His mouth-breathing presence prevented a quick change of channel when it was most crucial, and we were exposed to a particularly horrible commercial. Jut said to him, “Look at what your big head has wrought!”
I’m hoping to add “Look at what your big head has wrought” to the 150 words he understands. Obviously.
Completely unrelated, here is a blurry-but-cute photo of my husband and my nephew, taken earlier this summer. The nephew was a big fan of Jut. (Obviously.)
Love,
blacksheeped
