The Thief Was A 6 Month Old In A Red Corvette

I love the challenge of sneaking up on the tea towels.  You have to parallel park to get to 'em.

And then you tear them down with a triumphant flourish!

My turn!  I don't want to go quite that high, got it?

So tell me if you think this is weird.  I meet a gal named Delilah on a Sunday. . .

And on Monday I get my first hair cut.  Is this a coincidence?

So, I think I will have to discuss with the chef another preparation for bananas.
When she got it right they shot right to most favorite food!

I haven't figured this room out yet.  

"And so I say, 'Rectum? Damn near killed him!"

One half of my first year in the books.  I'm sitting up, I'm almost as tall as the couch cushion,
and I can walk all around in the walker.

Just by way of review. . .

Aaawwwhhh, you guys didn't have to get me anything. . . (wink)

So, it's OK that I tear this paper, just not the other papers?

O_M_G.  It's a rattle operated remote control car (he coached me to say that).

This is a red Corvette, just like Grandpa Tom's.  About a half hour after this picture I would crash into this car in my momocycle walker.  Thank goodness for plastics.