Last Saturday I was invited over to JJ's house to hang out with him & his little brother Wesley. I told JJ we had to be casual for the afternoon and play with Wesley. On towards the evening, I whipped up a pitcher of Margaritas and put it in the fridge to chill. I asked JJ to stay out of them until I changed Wes' pants, fed him and put him down for a nap, then maybe we could have one Margarita each. JJ just kinda said," yeah yeah Gramma I'll wait………" and rolled his eyes at me.
Well I got busy with Wesley (and by the way, Wes is a very large baby with a very deep voice….just a hunch, but I think Wesley might be a giant!) and warmed up his evening bottle and put him on his changing table to clean him up a bit. I got Wes all cleaned up and was ready to dress him and feed him. I looked and I looked and I looked and I could not find his pants anywhere!!!! I swear they were just right here!
Finally I turned around and looked at JJ. Problem solved. JJ obviously couldn't wait to get into the margaritas, had drunk the pitcher through a sippy cup, and was wearing Wesley's pants on his head!
Needless to say, JJ and Wes went to bed at exactly the same time that night, and I was left all alone drinking bottled water. Man can that boy slam back the margaritas!!!
Lori Lee Dowell
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