Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Where's My Passey?


Alex is a "passey" addict. The other day Alex was fussing while I pushed him in his stroller on our way to Walgreens. I asked him, "do you want your passey?"

He turned for a second, but the sun was too bright for him to look at me, so he just reached his arm up behind him and held out his hand without looking. As soon as he had it, he greedily stuffed it in his mouth.

Nothing hits the spot like a passey.

-CS
(photo by EP)

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