The princess and the Pete.

Yesterday I babysat my neighbor's kids while she went to the dispenser of torture dentist. Her youngest, whom I have dubbed Princess Petunia, loves my dog.

They have a meeting of the minds.

She wants him. He resists.

He plays hard-to-get. She grabs a handful of skin.

She won't give up. Princess Petunia's brother tries to protect Pete from further molestation.

She wants his toy

and gets it. She is the princess, right?

He bows at her feet. She adores him.

He licks the drool off her face. (Sorry Krista.)

Be thankful ~

Karen