A couple of years ago, Grandpa Bodily gifted us
this dancing, singing Santa Claus.
Honestly, I'm not sure whether to thank him or
send him hate mail.
The girls push the button non-stop...
so we hear Oh ya better watch out,
Ya better not cry...
Ya better not pout...
I'm telling you why...
over and over and over again.
I seriously hear him (Santa) singing in my sleep.
Anyway, Kean LOVES him.
I think.
He sits and watches,
then starts to sway (like he's dancing along).
And then he throws him.
But don't worry Santa,
Kean does that with everything.
It is just a phase, right?
1 comments:
I was just playing with the "Dancing Santa" on the next desk over at work. How can you NOT love a dancing santa?
Btw, KEAN: Great hair, dood! You're a hottie!
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