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Where Is My Mother?


Please note the child's father in the background.

There is no excuse for this kind of parenting.

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  1. That is funny. Love the expression in the bottom picture.

    Merry Christmas to you and your family...

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  2. He will probably be the most well adjusted adult on the planet in 20 years!

    Merry Christmas!

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  3. Children are resilient...I'm so glad there's no closed circuit cameras in my home over the years, so nobody has to see my lapses in parental supervision.

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  4. Funny! My little guy got a pedicure from his big sister complete with blue polish.

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  5. haha that is great! My girls will put pink clothes on my boys and clips in their hair..lol. My hubby saw it and said " oh great it's starting!"

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  6. ha, ha, that's awesome! Too funny... I have pictures of all my boys in dresses...I keep them for black mail in the teenage years. ;)

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  7. Ok but how did that skirt make it in to the house in the first place?

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  8. The pictures say it all and that is why our children grow up to have such fond memories of their Dad!

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  9. Hysterical!
    And for the record, I wish I had a camera when my second son was spotted standing on the curb out front with nothing but his big boy briefs and cowboy boots waving to all the cars passing by!

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