Great Grandpa stopped by recently and brought over some delicious doughnuts. I ate many of them, but for some reason when I was not in charge of Jude, he also got a hold of one...or two.
What can I say? The boy gets a sweet tooth from...his Daddy.
Monch monch monch. Only three and a half doughnuts left.
What's the big deal? Why is everyone making such a big deal? It's dinner. Let me live.
Who me? I'm just here, doing nothing bad. Look how sweet I am.
One last bite.
It looks like Jude is attacking the doughnut in the third picture. Doughnut, meet your doom!
ReplyDeleteHe may have a sweet tooth from his uncle, but I haven't seen it yet. Just imagine what Jude will be into when it actually pops through. He'll be on to fudge brownies! lol
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