Steve: "Harrison, stop whining, I want you to grow up to be a man (Steve then flexes his arm muscles to elicit a manly look.) A man, like a football player or a wrestler.
Harrison: "Dad, ugh, I already told you, I want to be a dancer number one, then a garbage man number two, then a football player, number four a wrestler, and number five a pitcher."
Steve: "A dancer, huh?"
Just so we're all on the same page I uploaded a little video of Harrison's dancing skills. Every little boy should have a dream, right? What kind of mother would I be to squash that at such a young and fragile age?
I mean, it's not like he's 'Gabby, the Next Tina Turner'
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