T.P.'s, War Paint, and Scalpings...The Story of the Terrible Twos...And the Savage Who Stole My Baby...

I remember, a few months ago, I used to have a beautiful baby boy. He was so sweet, gave me hugs and kisses...even picked up his toys when I asked him to. I remember I used to have one, but where in the world did he go???

Somebody stole him, and gave me this holy terror instead...A sneaky, mischievous boy who can't get enough of making his momma miserable! Oh, I miss my baby...

T.Ps


War Paint



Scalpings...Well, I guess it's more like decapitation, but whatever...


What can I do though? He still gives me kisses after he dumps paint on the floor...and who couldn't love this face?