Week 71 - We are Nineteen.

We are nineteen. Nineteen weeks old. There you go again. You were napping. Again. Yeah, so? I was bored. I wanted something to do. So you decided to talk? Orange you glad I did? Now you can tell them how big we are. That’s a “Dad” joke for sure. Wait, have you been listening to our family when I’m asleep? What else is there to do? You could practice a few jabs and kicks, like me. Stop! That’s your side. This is mine. Stay on your side. Boy, I have to find a way to get out of here first so I only have one big sister.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                -a.m.opdahl