Hey, Mitchell here. I am practically 18 months old- p-shaw- like tomorrow. My mom thinks I have a, what cha call it, a hoarding problem. I don't really know what that means, I just know I like to hold as much in my hands as I can fit. I guess it's only an issue when it prevents me from grabbing more stuff. Although, I've recently discovered I can fit stuff all the way up to my elbows. That's pretty sweet. I think what it boils down to is a deep-rooted insecurity that my mom takes away my toys any time she flippin' feels like it. She goes off on this long-winded soliloquy about "time for bed", "time to go", "time to get dressed", and tries to make me feel good about the fact she's taking away my stuff. Whatevs.
I'll let you decide if I have a "hoarding" problem.
I usually hold more crayons than this, but my mom only put out a few.
My mom said something like, "Tom Cruise & Cocktail" for this picture. That was way before my time. Notice the truck.
Uh-huh.
Hiding from the woman that puts a halt to all my fun.
I usually hold more crayons than this, but my mom only put out a few.
My mom said something like, "Tom Cruise & Cocktail" for this picture. That was way before my time. Notice the truck.
Uh-huh.
Hiding from the woman that puts a halt to all my fun.
