|Imagine the giant kid in the middle, but wearing all camo. |
That's basically Andrew.
Sidenote: I may be a regular bitch, but I don't consider myself to be a major one. That title is reserved for people who go through the Express Checkout Lane with over 20 items in their cart, people who don't like puppies and those who say they love your outfit but then say to someone else that its ugly. If it was so hideous, you should have told me to put it through a shreder to my face. (Please comment below to suggest other defining features of a major bitch.)
|Plus a purple one.|
Then 15 minutes later, I find him sitting on the couch with a package of Teddy Grahams, playing the "Can you Spot the Differences?" game on the back of the box while sharing his snack with Lucy. He was quite proud that he spotted all six differences until I told him that the game was made for a 7 year old.
I was surprised he didn't have a juice box as well, but it turns out he drank the last one this morning.