Wa-POW! I just hit you with a sneak attack of adorableness. Are your knees weak?
You might oughta go take a pregnancy test. Yes, even you fellas.
If you were unable to withstand this attack of unfiltered Daphne adorability, you might ought to steer clear for a while. I know I’ve got at least one more ULTRA-SECRET SNEAK ATTACK OF TOOTH-DECAYING SWEETNESS coming up.
My friends gross me out with how adorable their offspring are. How many pacts has the Devil made in West Tennessee in the past few years? My wager is lots and lots. Unless they’re all pulling a brilliant long con on me so I’ll decide to procreate too. I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE DOING THAT SO STOP.
THAT. BABY.
OH MAH GOODNESS.
Is she supposed to be Halloween Princess Leia, or cleverly disguised as a marshmallow? Either way, I suggest we get out the cookware and EAT HER UP IMMEJIATELY.
Note: Please do not send hate mail to Lindsey or to me. No babies were harmed in the writing of this comment.
She was Princess Leia. I enlisted Lindsey to take pictures since Daphne is too young for trick-or-treating. Though she got no candy, I have a pile of photos to use for torture at a later date. ;)