As I gathered our belongings for t-ball and laced up Morgan’s cleats I asked, “Girls, where is Rover? I thought he was in here playing with you.”
“We don’t know where he is!”
So I looked high and low.
And then I found him.
Looks like he put shaving cream everywhere but where he needed it… I spy a 5 o’clock shadow on his upper lip. Needless to say, we were a little late to t-ball.
Red Rover, Red Rover someone please send the clean up crew right over.