The Head Rub
Every family has their strange quirks. Ours happens to be the head rub. Every day, Daddy comes in for lunch. Mama has it on the table, and they eat in time for Daddy to see the weather report on the noon news. Then they turn the TV off, and Mama rubs his head while he listens to Rush Limbaugh and naps before he has to go back out at 1:00.
John has also always liked to have Mama (or just about any willing person) rub his head. Sometimes he's a bit demanding about it. Then there's Max...who HAS to have his head rubbed if he's in the house. So when I was over there last week and this little scene unfolded, I had to take this picture. Just a snapshot of life in the Burt house.
Don't laugh...it's sweet.
posted by Carroll @ 7:02 PM
4 Comments:
ok, you need to photoshop a halo in and then republish - also, i'd say the words 'a bit demanding' are quite an understatment!
I second that nomination!! And I hope the other two don't bite when you try to rub their heads like the fuzzy one does :)
I think this Louise-ism is a dominant gene:)
it's gotta be.
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