I called my mom after we crossed over the border into Canada last Wednesday and just before we hung up she said "BML." I didn't get it, she had to tell me what it meant but when I repeated it to Dan and later on to his dad, they figured out right away what the initials meant. As you can tell from the following pictures, BML we did...
We also found out the hard way on our trip that no matter how cute Jak is...
Do not share your friend seafood with him, even if it is the best in North America.
Since Ossie's really is the best seafood around (not sure about best in N. America) we stopped to have lunch on our way to Dan's parents' cottage. Jak loves food - any kind - and it takes a very strong will not to succumb to sharing with him. It was only after an unpleasant aroma was later on periodically released from his hind quadrant, did we discover how much of a bad idea it was sharing with him. Sorry Jak; no more seafood for you buddy.
3 comments:
BML too!!
Me too!!
On second thought it should be BMLP. We are forever saying to Luke Michael, "how do you ask?" He now usually says Please Oma, or the name of whomever he is asking. The other day he said to me, "Please Bubba". The he grinned and said, "You not Bubba."
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