If the picture doesn't convince you, listen to this. Andrew woke up a little under the weather yesterday. He laid on the couch for over an hour and kind of just stared into space. I heard him gag. I told him to run to the bathroom. He didn't, but he did tell me he thought he might throw up. I told him to run to the bathroom - only with a little more authority in my voice. He didn't, but told me he was pretty sure he was going to throw up. I yelled, "Andrew, run to the bathroom." He didn't, but instead threw up on himself and the couch. I said, "Andrew, GO TO THE BATHROOM." He calmly replied, "But, I think I'm done."
Maybe he thought there was a tiger in the bathroom.
3 comments:
Tigers love pepper. They hate cinnamon.
yeah. he's definately a rock star.
Have you ever had to ask andrew to put his pants on mor
e than once?
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