Apparently, Baby Potatohead has requested his gramma's presence tomorrow (ahem, later today) for some nail trimming. Mama and Daddy Potatohead are house-sitting and so are not in the next room.
I am far from stupid and therefore I know that the actual translation of this request is, "Mom, I know you told me what you did with his nails, but I wasn't listening, and even if I had been, I wouldn't have known what the hell you were talking about anyway, so would you PLEASE do his nails again?" Except I added the please for emphasis. She might or might not have actually said please.
Regardless, I miss my Baby Potatohead, and so I shall go trim the nails of His Majesty and thereby get to spend a little time with him. Maybe I'll also steal a few kisses and some cuddles.
His mama sure doesn't cuddle me anymore. Brat. :D
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