Me: Beaumont. Would you please get that disgusting thing off the couch.
Beau: It’s not a ‘thing’. It’s my Bebé.
Me: I don’t care what it is. It’s disgusting. Please take it away. Now.
Beau: If you throw it, I will.
Me: I am not touching that thing!
Beau: Bebé.
Me: Beau….
Beau: (oh so sweetly) Yes Louise?
Me: Make it go away.
Beau: That’s your job Louise. I am the dawg. You throw and make things go away. I run and fetch them back.
And maybe…. just maybe… I win this argument!
Please come and join Beau on his blog this morning! He’ll be so grateful for your support!
All you gotta do is CLICK HERE…
Come on Mom!
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Haha! FINE! 🙂
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I love your Beaumont posts.
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Thank you LaDonna — true story… on Saturday evening, we were in the backyard having dinner with my daughter and her partner. She and her sister think Sunday’s with Beaumont is… odd. And then… she starts a story with the line, “I hesitate to tell you this ’cause you might think it legitimizes Sundays with Beaumont, but….” and she went on to share how a co-worker realized during a conversation that I am her mother. Upon her discovery, the co-worker exclaimed, “I love Sundays with Beaumont. I can’t wait to read it on Sundays.” 🙂 🙂 🙂
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That is pretty awesome not to mention validating. 💗💗
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Tee Hee! I thought so too! ❤
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💗😊💗
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You’re so rigid, Mom! 😉
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Haha! Yup! 🙂 haha!
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😉
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