This is my grandson Amadeus being tortured (by me of course). I'm sure one day he will have nightmares about boxes and sock monkeys.... If he does, I will deny everything. Grandmothers are sweet and kind - they don't do anything that could possibly leave you in a corner rocking in the fetal position....nope, we are nothing but kindly old folk...
I LOVE my grandson and he's such a good sport!!
Georgie's note: Amadeus's mother was here and assisted in the mayhem so therefore I am not the sole torturer in the above adventure. Good thing he wasn't in with the January batch - there were a few biters in that crowd...
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