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A Mama's Rant is running a contest for the wackiest kid photo. Immediately this picture of Monkey Boy came to mind.

I was at work and the husband was watching the children. I think that should explain pretty much everything. They made pudding and since our carpet was not
entirely destroyed at that time, he put Monkey Boy in the chair. The husband told him to look up and this is what he got. I can't help but laugh every time I look at it. Some of my old co workers had me print out a copy for them so that they can look at when the customers piss them off.

Ok so I thought about this (something I should have done vbefore hand) and decided that this photo was the one. Not the above photo.

The look of confusion is the best. I think I'll have it blown up to an 8x10. My husband on the other hand is mortified that he's holding a tampon. At least it's not.........ok I'm not going there. Enjoy the photos.


M. C. Pearson said…
Too funny! LOL I posted one too...just jumping down the list to see all the cute pics.
Annejelynn said…
this is just too hysterical - the look of puzzled bemusement on yer lil' guy's face! too cute!

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Please do not ask me to email photos out, I get entirely too many requests for them. These are the ones that I have at home, thanks to a couple of sources.