Show of hands if you’ve ever been hypnotized, please.
Show of hands if you’ve ever been hypnotized by a basset hound, please.
Well, here’s my life: Quite regularly, while nestling into The Maverick with a hungry boy, Esther decides that she doesn’t like feeling left out. No, she would prefer for the three of us to all awkwardly cram into the recliner during Bennett’s second breakfast.
Try to resist her charm:
Resistance is futile. She always wins:
PS: That’s a delightful burp by Bennett at the very end. Hence my praise and adoration. I know it sounds like I’m beating him, but I swear I’m not.