Sunday, September 25, 2011

Feeding the Dog

Alice got a stuffed dog at a little harvest festival yesterday.
He came with the name, Skoots.

This was breakfast this morning:

Feeding Skoots.

Reloading.

Stabbing his nose.

Poor Skoots.

Maybe if she fed Jack with a fork he's stop begging?
Doubt it.

2 comments:

TheUnSoccerMom said...

any kid who treats their stuffed animals with such love is a kindred spirit of mine! I couldn't sleep without making sure all my stuffed animals and dolls were properly covered, not cold and where all together. :o)

Amy said...

Adorable!!!! Love it.