...I promise!

This kid...

is so boring.  Has absolutely NO personality.  I don't think I can take her monotone, unanimated stories any longer.  We simply can't have her over again.  YAWN...

Okay, kids.  Get yourselves organized.  When I say jump, you say how high?  JUMP!      

How high?

Well, so much for the "organized" part, but not too bad for a bunch of white kids.  Except for the one in the middle.  She's a real melon.

The Chef, of course, (who is has chosen a cooking party for his next birthday celebration.)

Can't get enuff of your love, bay-baaay... 

Look at them, are they excited or WHAT?  No wonder the kids weren't so sure about the whole sparkler thing at first.  You'd think they were washing the car or walking the dog or... sleeping, maybe...

Someone should tell that woman it is perdy tacky to leave your bra straps hangin' out like that and the cute baby in the picture doesn't negate the fact.

Oh look, she also talks while having her picture taken.  Well, the babe is almost cute enough in this shot to negate the fact.  Because he's cuddly.

Popper thingamabobs.  Caution: do not give to children who have not yet developed large motor skills.

Love how they're covering their ears, but the bra straps, geez, lady, the bra staps!  Get 'em under control.

It was difficult to not offend their fathers with their constant "Oh look at that one of there!  That one's REALLY big."  I wish those were my parents, that dad really has his game on.

But they humored their measly fathers much as they could. When the other shows were between bangs.  What do you think they are?  heartless? 

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