I Blame the Godmother

December 1, 2009 @ 7:34 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up

What happens when you read one of Karen’s posts aloud to your husband in front of the small fry?

The three-year-old decides “Feral Squirrel” is a perfect nickname for her baby brother, that’s what.


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  1. Lol! I bet it sticks, too.

  2. Lol! I love it. Give the feral squirrel a hug from us. If you dare to get that close.

  3. Ha! Love it!