Wednesday, August 16, 2006

I like my mom's shoulder

Sometimes Dad threatens me, but i don't get threatened by his gestures. His threatening does not stop my crying.

I like my mom best. I am so comfortable on her shoulders, i stop my crying. I know it pains her shoulders, but i like it so much.

Mom, please keep up with my demands, one day, i will stop troubling you and grow to become a big boy. I will keep you on my shoulders.

Dad, be careful. One day, i will grow to your size and will threaten you. Posted by Picasa

1 comment:

Raj said...

wow wonderful blog... yes one day he will grow up to threaten you... :-)