Beckett Basket

My blog nazi, I mean my "conscience", gave me a beat down nudge to update this blog.  Yeah, yeah.  I'm not like some people who update their blog every ten minutes.  Ahem. 

So, this is for you - and you know who YOU are.

 

This is a cute picture, right?  You might be asking yourself, "What's so great about this picture?  It's just a kid in a basket."  Well clams belong in baskets, not kids.  Come on people.

The story behind this is one day Will had taken this basket full of odd and ends off the shelf, and he took everything out of it.  I was trying to clean up and in a busy state said, "Will, put everything on the floor back in the basket."

Beckett was on the floor.  Kids.  They're so literal. 

The End.

Comments

[joline Casey]

Now, that is funny! Was there a wig in that basket that ended up on Beckett's head? Too cute!

[MaineMom]

I know...the kid has so much hair!!

[Auntie Jill]

Haha... that was pretty clever of Will! Must have gotten that wit from his Auntie.

[Erin Moore]

That's the best - did he really think you meant Beckett, or was he trying to be funny...like when his mom puts "Lady Lax" in her BFF's shopping basket?

I love the wig on Beckett!

[MaineMom]

Will is just funny like his momma. And when someone puts Lady Lax in your shopping cart, they are only looking out for your behind (get it? Behind? Ha ha ha ha). It's like someone offering you a mint. They must be offering you a mint to tell you your breath is "strong" (that's how my momma says it). So you take the mint. Or the Lady Lax.

It's what good people do.

[Auntie Jill]

Wendy, wendy... your breath isn't "strong", it's "powerful." Get your Murielisms right! Now go put on some slacks and pick up that pig sty.

[MaineMom]

Jill, I had to laugh aloud at your latest post. I can't believe how I could get my Murielisms mixed up! For years I had to endure her comic words.

But seriously, don't be fresh!