Yes, yes, yes. I know what you’re going to say BUT…. I’d like you to meet my 4th child. Robert Thomas (Rocky) who was named after my Godfather, and my Grandfather. He was my fat baby, and between my other children, and myself he was/is spoiled rotten! We called him “Chubley” (cartoon character at the time). This baby use to get into everything! Oh my gosh, one time he got into my purse sat behind a sofa chair, and took out my cigarettes tasted them because they were wet, and broke them all apart (by the way I quit cold turkey 10 yrs. ago this month). When he was bored with that he put my camera in the oven, and closed the door so naturally when I turned the oven on to preheat it we all know what happened to my camera don’t we? Then he decided to get into the flour bag, and bring that behind the chair, and have himself a Flour Blizzard. Isn’t he just so special!?!
Anyway, here is Chubley now with his big sister? Yes, well he’s taller. Let’s say his older sister trying to straighten our “black sheep” out. Come on! You know there’s one in every family. Now, this boy may give me grief at times, but I must say he’s still a MaMa’s boy. Calls me all the time, and the biggest con artist in the world. Mama do this for me, Mama do that for me. That boy can charm the pants off of — well, that’s enough. ~snicker~ Wrong or right he’s still my baby boy!
One of his finer qualities is he sure can sing, and he sounds just like Barry White. Remember him?Okay folks – that’s number four! Isn’t he smooth! A regular Romeo! LOL Gotta love em’. By the way, that’s Gramma. God bless her soul! She loved her Rocco!