This is the post where Michael and I solidify our position as "Worst Parents Ever" and I get nasty hate mail--mainly from my family--about how evil we are.
But I assure you, we love The Bean with all our hearts and find her beyond adorable. I threaten to eat her at least 5 times a day because of the cuteness.
We just can't help our unfailing objectivity and disturbingly warped senses of humor.
Michael has a new nickname for The Bean.
Let me help you understand why:
Check out that hairline. You have to admit, there's a resemblance.
Before you go persecuting Michael, wait.
I've been staring at the following photo of Michael and The Bean trying to figure out who she reminds me of.
I figured it out.
I'm going to hell.
Puttin' on the Ritz has been in my head a lot lately.