Jaguar is what you can call me for short. OK, but that is actually longer than your 3 letter name, but that is what Jag tells me. A secret at our house is that, Jag has a tail. For the last year or so he decided that he needed a tail. So he has me tie a piece of string (the longer the better) onto the back of his pants. What happens when he is in his PJs? Right, stuff it down the undies to hold it. He wears it everywhere or at least he used to. Christian told him that people would laugh if a boy wore a tail in public, so now he is selective about where the tail goes. To the park... yes, if it is a short one. To the store...no, quickly stuff it in the pocket. Today, he got fancy with his tail and added beads. He loves to swing his tail and give his Jaguar growl. He is a funny boy, with a tail.
A close up of the beaded tail.
Jessica, how do you find time to raise four boys, take these pictures, and blog, like, every six hours? I am SUCH a slackard! (And I totally dig the tail. I gotta meet this kid some day!)
ReplyDeleteI can still hear Jag's "Raar Raar" roar, just like baby jaguar on Diego.
ReplyDeleteYou know your kids are so dang cute because you're as crazy as they are. What mom is patient enough to tie a tail to a kid's butt every day? You're my idol!