“I TOLD you, woman — no pictures until I confer with my agent.”
With thanks to Laughing Stork reader Cowgirl in the Sand, who notes: “Here’s a picture of my son letting me know what he thinks about having his picture taken. We taught him baby sign language, but this isn’t exactly what we had in mind.”
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But no Google Plus’ing with him, young lady. That’s where we draw the line.
