Milo's first trip to a Mall. That is in the throws of pre-Christmas shopping vomit all over everywhere you turn. Where there are stores. With lots of shit 3 year olds love to have/destroy/rip/throw.
And, yet, he was good. Angelic even. Even when he insisted on going into Spencers and he picked up a fun looking box and says, "What THAT mama?" "It's a beer bong, honey, put it down, please, that's not a toy for you. Yet."
Look at this kid gazing at the water fountain. I didn't even have to give him Benedryl. Fuck yeah. |
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