I said: Quick, Ron, he's up, he's fed, let's try to get a nine month shot!
Fisher decided that this was not how he wanted to spend his waking hours.I think for a moment he gave himself over to the idea of a single shot. But, Fisher, Mama knows you've got more spunk in you, so I've got some ideas to try another day. If the sun comes out. If it stops snowing nearly a foot. Love you so much my son. Even though, see that wall behind you, you gunk-up the wall rubbing your Aquaphor'd hands all over them. It's because you give me kisses, big ol' wide-mouthed kisses. Yes, that's why I love you.
Extra credit to anyone who noticed that my son already got what he wanted for Christmas: his two front [top] teeth!