Meet my youngest grandson, Cash.
He has learned how to pout.
He has learned it well.
Cash has the sweetest disposition, but he is trying out all his options.
I have decided to be happy this year...
happy with who I am...
happy with what I have.
I have tried the pouting thing.
Happy is nice.
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I have found that throwing myself on the floor doesn't work...so I guess I'll try a happy face.
Besides...I could never looks as cute as him.
Deb
P.S. As the years go by...I find I have less of a bottom lip to work with. Aw...who am I kidding...my mouth has totally disappeared.
Well, I should have come here first. He's adorable. Great photo of a delightful pouting boy. I wish I could look that cute when I do it.
Me too. Life is what you make it. You know...I think I would frame that pouty face on the wall. Maybe eventually he won't like looking at it and never pout again. Maybe.~Ames
Happy is a much better way to go! Think about. . . being miserable doesn't get us anywhere except being even more miserable! But being happy? The sky is the limit. I told you girl, the DOG DAYS ARE OVER!!!
Sue
Happy is good! I know I feel so much better emotionally and physically when I am happy....plus when I pout it really makes me look jowly LOL If I looked at cute as little Cash, then I may try the pouty face more often!
Yeah, but that is one VERY cute pout!
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