Today Kristine asked us for bad. I thought hard about this and I had some trouble with it. I thought about posting a picture of SBJ’s busted up toe nail and how bad it looks, but when I look at it, I get dry heaves and I really did not want to share that experience with you.
So you get this:
My son, the Bad Ass.
He was probably about 2 in this picture and all it took was me saying “wanna fight?” and throwing up my fists, he would say “anna fie momma?” and put up his.
I would throw a few jabs and the laughter would just spill from his little chubby body. His laugh… it made even the hardest of people crack a smile. It was infectious. My reaction to his laugh was always a mixture of laughter and tears because my soul just could not handle the immense love that this kid made me feel.
Love you little Bad Ass.
Did you play??
Rura and Miss 
How cute… he’s a little B.A.!
I played.
too funny. My nephew did the same routine with us until one day he decided to step up and actually punch my husband. No one wants to play that game anymore…I wonder why?
Thanks for stopping by.
He bad!
i love that you turned bad into cute!
It’s the nice-looking ones who are most lethal. I see past that smile and sense a dangerous KO artist. BadAss is right!
oh he is too cute.
happy SPF!
enjoy your weekend & thanks for stopping by!
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He’s definitely BAD.
I played
Awww! What a cute take on Bad!! =)
As much as I love a bad ass… I love an infectious smile more. AWESOME!
Not bad…CUTE!
Hi, I just found your blog while browsing around and what a little brawler! So cute!!