Once in a while for a Saturday morning breakfast treat I'll buy little powdered-sugar donuts. Today Sawyer and Tristan had a discussion about preferred culinary taste.
"I don't like those ones. I only like bald donuts."
"BALD donuts? You mean the ball ones?"
"Yeah, bald ones."
1 comments:
LLLLLLLLLLl. Bald donuts. Balled donuts. Not so much the teller's misttake as the hearer's?
That's got to be the most adorable photo of two brothers I've ever seen.
If you gave it to the right people, they'd be in SUCH demand for commercials and ads! Has their Daddy seen that photo yet? I'll bet he'll want to hire them.
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