Meet the Snooker Baby
Well, JD wanted to see a Baby Snooker, so here we go.
In a minute.
First, I think I need to explain the baby’s attitude. And by that I mean he looks a little confused, which is too bad because this is pretty much his permanent look from now on, so he’ll just have to deal with it. You know, it’s like your mother used to tell you that if you make a face like that, it’ll freeze that way. Poor baby. He might have listened to his mother, if he knew who she was.
Which brings us to the point I was trying to make… What we have here is a baby, but we’re not sure who the parents are just yet.
Anyway, enjoy yourself some Baby Snooker perplexed cuteness.
Or maybe his diaper’s wet. I don’t know. We’ll have to wait to find his mother before he gets a change of diapers. I’m not changing him.
Aw! Poor baby. But I’m not changing him either.
My diaper changing days are LONG since over!
Dip em’ in the creek a few times and then call it quits, that should suffice. Does the Snooker Phepping Baby dance … or just poop?
Are you sure that’s a baby? That looks like one of those cigar chomping midget bad guys in the cartoons that dress up as babies and then rob banks?