Don't be a baby, unless your mine. Then it's a different story. These juvenile posts will have you gooing and gaaing all day long.
Tigger, is that you?
Although the resemblance was uncanny... The milkman never said a word to Mrs. Johnsons baby.
Erma's efforts to save money on diapers was not appreciated by the downstairs neighbors.
We're not sure when the mistrust of wildlife began for baby Roosevelt, but we have our suspitions.
This is not a toy.
Eagles Gotta Eat! Babies Gotta Cry!
I say, old bean if you check my pants, you may make an important discovery
I haz a grumpy.