All I got was a stinkin’ tee shirt
Right next to the Bowery is a shop called Blue and Cream with lots of expensive clothes and a pain in the ass woman trying them on when I went in – she was wondering if the outfit looked good on her and I wanted to say, yes you can see your back fat, but I was nice and just smiled thinly as she nasally went on and on. I picked up matching tees for my two T’s and the guy said that if I snapped a photo of my boy in the tee they would post it to their blog.
Yeah right. You try to take it, I felt like saying. He doesn’t smile or pose on command. So here’s what I got:
This is his latest nose scrunching and breathing heavy face:
This is his I’m just going to lie down and I will scream if you push me, don’t push me:
This is his now I’m going to run around now and clap my hands:
This is Margarete holding him so he will be still – it is the one I chose to send in even though he isn’t smiling or looking at the camera but you can see from the shot how sweet he really is and how beautiful and warm his eyes are:
