Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Coney Island


Today I jokingly told Gibson that he stinks at doing something. He looked very confused, tried to turn around and check out his own heiny, and then said, 'I stink? I need a changing? Nooooo!'  Then he walked around the living room shaking his tush saying he is putting stinky cheese perfume on his butt and making fart noises.