Rottenness . . . pure rottenness.

James kept saying “Tiom, Tiom . . . ” when he wanted something.  Tim and I kept scratching our heads trying to figure out what he was trying to say. 




We finally figured it out.




Here’s THAT conversation . . . .




James: Tiom . . . . Tiom
Tim:  James!!!!  MY name is DADDY!  You may NOT call me TIM!

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