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Like Father, Like Son

Just as Lawrence’s poop made the front page of the Boston Globe, Benig left his poop on the front page of Lawrence’s shirt.  Benig was lying on top of Lawrence, and when I went to pick him up to feed him, there in Benig’s place was a Benig-sized turd.  I’ve never heard Lawrence scream louder and be more grossed out than he was at that moment.  Ironic.  Though we didn’t capture the moment with a camera, mostly due to all the screaming, I recall Benig’s face looking something like this (and I also may or may not have been giving him a kiss as well).


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