A quiet breakfast was interrupted by the Joe paparazzi. Julie worked it as best as a two year old can.
What? Who's that? What's going on?
Oh, it's just Joe.
I guess he wants to document the craftsmanship of Grandma Loyd's sewing from 10 years ago.
Maybe if I turn my head, he will leave me alone.
Look, I'm trying to eat here.
Rubble, rubble, rubble.
Rubble, rubble, chew, chew
For the LOVE of PETE!
Leave. Me. Alone.
That's IT! I'm telling MOM!
Guess I'm on my own here.
Anybody out there? Is this thing on?