Eeks! We almost missed these pictures from our friend over at Petulant Rumblings. In case you can’t tell, yes, that’s the wee PR in a bread truck. He apparently grew up in the schticks (North Carolina) and had limited entertainment, parental guidance. Although, we must agree with the accompanying note:
Who can’t love a child playing in a truckload of bread with a donut in his hands? Good times!!
Yeah, the kid’s pretty cute, but doesn’t that donut look even more delicious?
If you look to the right, you’ll notice cleanliness apparently he’s been a filthy bugger since day one. Figures…
(PS: If you kids sent in your pics and we missed them, our most sincere apologies. Our next issue will involve some pictures, as well – so tune in Monday to see what we’re looking for…)
petulant
Oh boys… my innocent soul is now tainted with FILTHY bugger. HAHA! Since F*gg** is verboten these days, I guess we souls of a humble persuasion must resort to the classic names for identification. Thank ye for the shout. Those pics are so precious. Perhaps I should have it enlarged to mural size and adorn a dining room wall? The FILTHY bugger pic is of course closer to my nature… Good call!
Alan
Just in case you weren’t joking, he grew up in the sticks. Schticks is from the Yiddish and means, approximately, comedic routines or gimmicks.
Monica
I think he is adorable. And aren’t babies allowed to get dirty once in a while? That’s what makes for a fun childhood. I bet you guys wish you had had a bread truck to ride in!!!!