And a paaartridge in a pear treeeeee.
Except maybe no pear tree. I have zero interest in pears and there’s already a tree in the house and it seems fake and I’m not allowed to chew on it and since we’re being honest about all this, this isn’t a partridge.
It’s a kill deer.
Oh don’t give me that look. You knew it all along.
Ugh.
This kid with his cuteness.
I would have put the socks on myself, but then Amanda was all “you have four feet and we already covered that day!”
And then I was all “this is the dailybaxter. get this kid off my jam.”
And then she was all “whatever. TWO SOCKS ON HANDS is the post for today and I have thumbs and know how to work a trackpad.”
Hrmph!
Ho ho hooooope you’re not really making me pose with a santa hat.
You like this move? I’m a teenager now. I embody the term disdain.
OK. We’re done here.
I think I hear the baby crying or something.
