Cole and his cousin waiting for the arrival of the cake.
What the eff is that, Mom?
Oh...Yum!
What? Do I have something on my face?
Did I get it?
(Note- Dog fixed at messy-baby side)
This part's delicious... What gene pool did he come from?
Maybe this explains it. This is my, um, father. It was a costume party. Really.
And I usually don't let him eat so badly. This is a lot more normal, I swear.
