Dear Mother Tick,
We found your stinkin' kid today. Where you ask? Embedded in the head of my sweet little Isaac. I know what you are thinking that's impossible! Rick the Tick didn't leave the bush all day...so, it is you who is at fault.
Next you are going to tell me to keep my kid from traipsing through your bush. Maybe you have a point, but as punishment for Rick burrowing into the wrong kid, he will die a long slow painful death of suffocation by Ziploc bag.
Sincerely, Mrs. Brown
4 comments:
Really gross. Wow, hair on Josh! And Isaac is looking way too old.
I got a tick once at girl's camp. Ewe! How'd you get it out?
Glad you found it!!!!
Mary P.
ew, that's really gross. You're brave. :P
That is so GROSS! Glad you caught it. How did you get it out? Vaseline?
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