I had every intention of getting this blog published yesterday… so it could be a true #mcm post. And it would have even been my first Man Crush Monday, ever! But alas, I screwed the pooch. So, I give you my Man Crush Tuesday post.
This kid. Does he count as a man? Kid Crush Tuesday? I might as well just go ahead and change the whole damn title since it’s all so messed up now.
Okay… Kid Crush Tuesday it is… soooooo if there ever was a time that you questioned how bad ass my kids are… this would be the time to start eating your own thoughts/words. Because this 1/3 of my kids is sooooo bad ass that he’s basically thug life. Until 7pm, which is his bedtime.
Yes, the shirt is amazing, and I have to thank my friend Akua for sending me the link… but seriously…. seriously. He threw deuces.
It all happened on accident really… I was photographing how adorable he was looking in this rad shirt; carrying around his adorable stuffed Wilbur, on his way to a friend’s birthday party… when I asked him how old he is. He threw up the deuce, and then a split second later said, “Ooops, Mawwwm… I’s actually free! I’s free years old, Mawwwm!” And then he threw up the third finger and the moment was gone.
But I have the proof… right here in this photo… that I purchase really cute shirts, and that my kid throws deuces.
And this is the moment when I hand the mic to Griffin…. and let him drop it.
Griffin out. Deuces.