Here is a picture of the little monkeys who know me as Aunt Tootie. I would love for you to caption this photo. The best caption wins a prize. I haven’t decided what that prize will be yet, but I’ll think of something awesome, I promise. Feel free to write dialogue as you see fit.
From L to R: My cousin’s blurry little one, Granolan, Bean and Dolly. Also a hand.
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The two littler ones: “You want us to do WHAT to our eyebrows?!”
The non-blurry older one: “See, I TOLD you it’d freak ’em out.”
Although they surprisingly excelled at playing Questions Only, the students at Aunt Tootie’s School of Baby Improv needed to do a lot of work before their Stand, Sit, Lie abilities came up to snuff; especially the Stand part.
HAH
Blurry Little One, Granolan, Bean: OH, MAN! THAT STINKS!
Dolly: Oooh, that feels better!
Hand:
Bonus points for including the hand. I almost had the hand saying “Talk to me,” but it didn’t really fit.
Dolly: What?! Why the heck did you let them use Comic Sans on my birth certificate, Aunt Tootie?!
Granolan: I know, right? I’m still not over it…
Bean: Hehe. Aunt Tootie likes me best. I got Helvetica on mine.
Off camera – they don’t call me aunt Tootie for no reason. I ate Taco Bell for lunch!
HAH.
Hand modelling audition gone bad… REAL bad.
“The Varied Reactions to the Idea of Anchovies on Pizza.”
I love all of these. Good job, friends.