Bath Time RMFO

That's right, monkeys. I enjoy a little splish splashy fun. I also enjoy peeing in the water. It's sooooo relaxing. Who can resist?

I enjoy baths because bath time is play time. Play time for the Waakabee is not only fun time, but time to hone my motor skills and strategic thinking in naval warfare. You may notice in the pic that I have laid waste to the frog and duck navies. It's all so much practice for the future.

You peasants should enjoy bath time, too. Because cleanliness is close to Waakaness. So think about getting off your dorito-crusted butts and bathing everyonceinawhile. NASCAR has commercials. Use them wisely. 

Doggie Kisses!

Even a budding genius/despot can't resist the fun in receiving doggie kisses!

You'll note the anticipation and excitement on Charlie's face as he awaits his turn. He understands the honor heaped upon those allowed to kiss the Waakabee.

Recognize.
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Bring on the sugar high!

We went grocery shopping. Seeing the plethora of foods and beverages available got me really excited.

And then I remembered that I am only allowed to have baby food. Sonofabitch.

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Conflict diamonds for sale

If I'm very careful, mom won't notice that I'm trying to steal her diamonds. They should fetch a pretty price. Enough to begin planting the seeds of my empire.

Keep your eyes on the deli meats, lady.

Norwegian Wood (This Bird has Flown)

We're on our way from the parking deck to IKEA. This should be fun.

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I think I just saw a Swede. And a sale on sofas made of cardboard and velour.

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Someone call DFACS...

This dude is crazy. Someone please adopt me. 

More hiking...

Anyone else notice that Dad is trying to hold one in? Don't be afraid to release that beast into the wild, pops. I know I just did. 

Waakabee goes walking

Here we are, Dad and me. Chillin' at the New Manchester ruins. As you can see, I am craving something tasty. Most notably, tater tots. 

I feel like I'm three seconds from being dropped by this bloated buffoon.


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Here's the Waakabee clan, paternal side. Though my dad looks like a giant, my great grandpa was once bigger! However, much like Yoda, he is shrinking with age. The force is strong in this one, hmm?

Oh, and way to dress it up, pops. Even in my pjs I outclass you, you driveling dervish.

And you may say, what's that look on my face? It's called phlem. I am preparing to share with everyone.

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Uncle Colin is putting his nasty socks on my precious sports blanket.

I am commenting on how his simian skin grafting procedure seems to have been particularly successful on the lower legs.

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Where does the "Bee" come from?

Who looks crazier in this picture? My great grandpa or my great grandpa?
All kidding aside, I am pleased to introduce him. After all, I am his namesake. This is Great Grandpa Bergiebee. He once built missiles to keep the Ruskies in line. He is a great man. If only he had used the missles he built. I will not hesitate, when it is my turn. The Waakabee rules with an tiny iron fist.


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My Paternal Side Brings the Noyz

Today I met my Uncle Patrick for the first time. Here I'm telling him how shiny his head is. See how grateful he is! The Waakabee knows how to dish out compliments when they are due.

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