She can sit in my lap.
See.
I'll even give her a kiss.
And a hug.
Okay. That's enough.
Get off.
Hey You! Why aren't you dancing?
Dance!
Does your diaper hang low?
Does it wobble to and fro?
Can you tie it in a knot?
Can you tie it in a bow?
Can you throw it over your shoulder
like a Continental soldier?
Does your diaper hang low?
Oh-oh. Traffic jam.
Filling the gas tank.
Doing the lion dance.
Playing with their new drums.
Our Babushka.
Wishing that they had a real kotatsu (Japanese heated
table).
Pretending to sleep. We had to remove the rug because they
kept crawling under it!