Noble Princes of the Kingdom of .357
While Daddy's out waging war, my two sons are keeping the Kingdom of .357 locked down. The oldest is 7 year's old (Heir to .357's throne) and the youngest is 2 year's old (Supreme Commander of the Ministry of War).
Behold the spoils of their latest campaign:
Rex got dealt with
Rex was laid at my feet as I entered my kingdom last Monday. A great victory. Note Rex's hindlegs and his smaller, less useful forearms, bound for ultimate humiliation.
Rex: "Buddy, your kids are @#>*&!"
Well done, sons! Let us retire to the table and feast upon this great prize.
.357: "Rex, you show no respect...you get none."
6 Comments:
That T-rex looks utterly defeated. Your boys must have put him through a lot before letting you "view" him. I hope they treated him properly or else the UN might be breathing down your neck (you being their commander in chief)!
They even bound his little Quato arms!
You know one day you'll come home and that'll be me....or Libby
hahahah! Yeah Tam, I wouldn't put it past em, especially Ethan.
:)
Yeah, maybe you'll read about it one day on my blog!
www.the-glass-slipper.blogspot.com
welcome to the future...
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