I am not sure that George fully appreciated the gesture, but I guess it's the thought that counts. Tonight George is enjoying his last night of manhood....tomorrow he goes under the knife for the "big surgery." Poor thing, poor thing.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
This afternoon George's wiggly teeth got the best of Dave. He held him down and yanked (more like gently tugged) out 3 loose teeth. After the "procedure" Dave felt bad for making the poor little guy's gums bleed. So, naturally, to bury the hatchet, he shared his Gaterade with him.