So last night, we're enjoying a lovely family dinner. Nice conversation, great food, it's the week-end and living is easy. All of a sudden, Fat Baby decides that he is over it. Now picture a 42+ pound two year old...it would be ridiculous for him to have a squeaky little wussy voice, wouldn't it? But it still totally cracks me up to hear him bellow out. I am often greeted first thing in the morning with a big smile, and a deep "MAAAAAAAAA!!!!" As he was adamantly demanding his "CUUUUUUUP!!!!!" (think caveman caliber one-word sentences) I told My Baby's Daddy that he sounds just like Will Ferrell's character in Wedding Crashers
. And believe me, that could so
be him. He has that daredevil frat-boy personality to serve as the perfect foil to his brother, a straight-laced politician.
So we're all "ha ha....Ma--the MEATLOAF!!! ha ha...picked her up at a funeral!!!! " and My Baby's Daddy says how Vince Vaughn
was awesome in that movie, too.
"I'd do him." I say, meaning every word.
"You'd do him just because he's funny?"
"Why do you think I do you?"
Labels: Fat Baby, My Baby's Daddy, sex life