A story

So I have a story to tell you. I was sort of being a stinker one night and Daddy asked me to pick up all of my cars. Well, there were lots of cars, but also some trucks and a bus. So I just picked up the cars. Daddy laughed and told me to pick up all of the trucks now. So I did, but I left the bus, after all, buses aren't trucks are they? Daddy thought this was hilarious so I thought I'd share with you all.

Nanananananananana Bink Boy!!

I've been living a lie for far too long. I think it's about time that I come clean with everyone. I'm sure you've seen stories about the heroic Bink Boy in all the tabloids lately, doing things such as saving little sisters from untimely poopy diapers and finding lost sippy cups in chaotic toy boxes. Many have wondered who this handsome and mysterious little man was, well I'm here today telling you that it is me. In the past I kept my identity secret to protect those I love, but after recent events involving an unlucky paparazzi, it has become necessary to tell the world.

I got to ride Daddy's motorcycle!

Dad met us at the park after work today. He showed up on his motorcycle and it looked so cool that I wanted to try it too. Daddy told me that in order to ride I needed the proper protective equipment. That's when I got to wear his helmet and gloves. It was fun but the helmet sure gets heavy!

I got to ride Daddy's motorcycle!

Dad met us at the park after work today. He showed up on his motorcycle and it looked so cool that I wanted to try it too. Daddy told me that in order to ride I needed the proper protective equipment. That's when I got to wear his helmet and gloves. It was fun but the helmet sure gets heavy!