Not to put words in her mouth, but...I'm gonna put words in her mouth. This is her, "Good Lord, where is my mother, when is she coming back and why are there so many boys here?"
A mini skirt and a yellow submarine T, you're killin' me! Her mom texted shortly after I took this pic, "Doing ok?" I responded, "Not at all. She's killing all of my anti#4 arguments. The kid is a gem."
Mr. T had a couple, "NO! MINE!" moments.
She's all doting and pats his arm to calm the beast within. Like she's saying, "Calm down, Honey Bunny, I won't take your ball..."
"Sike. Gimme the freakin' ball, Punk."