Don't even think of touchin' my peas, punk.
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Comments (7)
He may not know the word "mine!" yet, but that expression conveys it PERFECTLY. :)
Posted by Liza | February 21, 2007 10:23 AM
Posted on February 21, 2007 10:23
Love the hair! What a doll! We all gots good genes.
Posted by Carrie | February 22, 2007 11:12 AM
Posted on February 22, 2007 11:12
Love it! He just needs some metal and a tat!
Posted by Auntie Mimi | February 23, 2007 10:00 AM
Posted on February 23, 2007 10:00
Gosh, how he as grown. Maybe we will see him when we come over in April. Until then give a big kiss from me.
Posted by Margaret | February 24, 2007 5:31 AM
Posted on February 24, 2007 05:31
Gosh how he as grown. I love the hair. Maybe we will see you all again when we come over in April
Posted by Margaret | February 24, 2007 5:33 AM
Posted on February 24, 2007 05:33
Holy cow! When did he grow up so much?
What an awesome photo, too. Peas are SO punk rock!
Hugs and misses from Brooklyn!
Posted by Lizzy | February 26, 2007 7:35 AM
Posted on February 26, 2007 07:35
Vincent too loves peas, in fact i posted about it not but a week ago. Yummy peas.
Posted by Samantha | April 11, 2007 2:21 AM
Posted on April 11, 2007 02:21