Sorry about that blubbering buffoon part, I really like calling people that. So anyways...
This post is about Josiah, who turned nine on February 18th. Yeah, a birthday post never really happened...
First, is a poem I jokingly wrote about him, which took a lot of convincing for him to let me put it on here but anyways... Here it goes:
Poem About My Irritating Little Brother Jo
He get's in your face
And yells like a girl
He couldn't beat a five year-old in a race
And he laughs like a squirrel
He doesn't brush his teeth
(Or at least they're really yellow)
He hardly ever eat his meat
And doesn't know when it's time to be mellow
He's stubborn 'bout what he reads
And tells horrible jokes
His nose constantly bleeds
Steer clear of him, folks!
Did you like it?
Another incident which took a lot of convincing to let me post it on here I laughingly call "pig milk." Read on to understand...
Once me, Ian, Pater (father in Latin) and Josiah were speaking about what animals we, as people, drink milk from.
Which is when Josiah decides to contribute with his "witty" and humorous, "Pig ,milk!"
Hmmm... lets just say endless amounts of laughter followed. He insists that "I just thought that we were naming animals that had milk." I tend to think... he would dislike if I included it here;)
Alright here are some photos of him...
Apparently, I have to put a link to Josiah Jolly Stuff so please go comment so he will stop bothering me about how it needs more comments:)
Also, random pictures...
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