So far, Easter has not been kind to poor little Bentley. Not kind indeed. He fell down a rocky cliff not once, but twice. And as I wiped the quarts of blood off of his face and tried to straighten his nose back all he could mutter through his cries was, "MY EGGS! I DROPPED MY EGGS! WHERE ARE MY EGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGS???"
Right there on your head buddy, two giant new goose eggs.
Here's hoping tomorrow isn't nearly as traumatic.
8 comments:
Poor, sweet little boy. Hope his day turns out better.
Oh my! Poor kid. But I lol at your comment as to where his eggs are... :)
Oh sweet little ben! I hope he can have a better day tomorrow so he has good memories of Easter! We love him.
awwwww :( Poor Bently. I hope he gets lots of Easter eggs from the bunny!!
Can Ben call me some time? Just so I can hear his little voice?
Poor guy. Looks like he'll be a little bruised for his trip to St. George. What a sweet face he has in the midst of his sorrows.
been there, done that...
http://tomntami.blogspot.com/2009/07/goose-egg.html
What a sad little pic! Poor Bentley, glad he does not hold it against Easter!
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