[Don’t even get me started. I’m as corny as Kansas in August, high as a flag on the Fourth of July. If you’ll excuse an expression I use, I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a wee little guy! And so on with the show tunes, ad infinitum.]
Happy Birthday Lil Peanut!!!!!
oh my lord happy birthday to the cutest kid on the earth.
we’ve barely met, but of course he has put his eye moves on me already, and i’m smitten.
Thank you, pourlebebe! And dg, I gotta say I’m with you: smoutten, smooten, smutten.
While we’re at it, I don’t know what all the fuss is about, lesbians raising sons. Geez. (A) For one, the “man-hating” thing is a grave mispronunciation: it’s pronounced misogyny hating, people. Regardless of whoever the shoe fits. And (B) More like, the fuss should be: watch out, peanut! He’s got the full force of someone lovin’ on him like he’s the first boy I ever loved! ‘Cause he is! Minus the Oedipal stuff! Plus the ability to help him master a two-seam fastball! And give him tips on pickin’ up girls (if that’s who you want to pick up). It’s an incredible deal!
He’s just gorgeous — those eyes!
Happy birthday lil’ Peanut and congrats to the rest of the family, or whatever you say on such occasions.
Belated but heartfelt none the less: Happy Birthday, Lil’ Peanut!