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.
Poor, sweet little boy. Hope his day turns out better.
ReplyDeleteOh my! Poor kid. But I lol at your comment as to where his eggs are... :)
ReplyDeleteOh sweet little ben! I hope he can have a better day tomorrow so he has good memories of Easter! We love him.
ReplyDeleteawwwww :( Poor Bently. I hope he gets lots of Easter eggs from the bunny!!
ReplyDeleteCan Ben call me some time? Just so I can hear his little voice?
ReplyDeletePoor 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.
ReplyDeletebeen there, done that...
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What a sad little pic! Poor Bentley, glad he does not hold it against Easter!
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