Charlie wonders just how tasty little feet are...just a lick mind you..or maybe a nibble here or there! He'll never miss one of those little toes!
How far can Eli poke Charlie with his feet? So far he's Eli's personal foot rest, personal little pony, the ears and tails are hard to resist, to not pull on the ears and tail. See the look on Charlie's face...it's pleading to me! MOMMA! Please quit taking a photo of this torment and SAVE me!
This is where he's exiled himself to...not in his bed (where Eli has purposely put toys in it so he can't lay down) but underneath the side table...with his bones and toys. Pathetic!!!
Eli is pushing Charlie around...not sure how long he's going to put up with it. So far he's being a good boy about it! Letting some kid stand on his rib cage to get on the couch or whatever...maybe Charlie feels like he owes the little fella after all the times Eli has fed him, while he sits underneath the highchair...maybe it's a trade off...I don't know...only time will tell.
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