My dad always says that when the new baby comes, Gage will get 'kicked to the curb'. But seriously? Who could kick this to the curb?
"Gage, you're in trouble! Pretty soon you'll be big and stinky, like Charter, and new baby will be cute and tiny, and you'll get kicked to the curb!!"
My A-DORABLE little almost two year old will NEVER get kicked to the curb. Never. Not even by an A-DORABLE little brother or sister. I'm serious. NEV-ER. (yeah, by the way, he will be two in 3 days!! sniff, sniff...)
'Roro? A mee, waner? Meeze? A dup, waner?" (Roro, get me water? Please? A cup, with water?"
"Roro, a bed? A mee? YAY!" (Clapps hands) (Roro, come to bed, with me?)
One day I was uploading my pics off my camera onto the computer, and my mom looks over my shoulder watching the pics the pics transfer.
"Hey, Cai... Have you ever noticed that 95% of your pics are of Gage or have Gage in them?" I look. The pics coming up are in this order: Gage, Gage, Gage and Charter, Gage, Other, Gage, Gage and me, Gage and Dad, Gage. " Yeah... He's so photogenic..."
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