Not Quite Seeing Eye To Eye

The Little Prince was napping in the yard, but Roscoe P. wanted to play. Guess you could say they were not quite seeing eye to eye.

Hu-Dad mowed Sibe Quentin yesterday, giving us fresh cut grass. So, of course, we played in the one spot without grass - the picnic table. - not quite seeing eye to eye
Don’t poke my eye out

On a bright, sunny day, Typhoon says nothing is better than a good nap in the grass. Roscoe P., however, thinks that is perfect weather for a rousing game in the yard. Looks like they are not quite seeing eye to eye. Or nose to eye.

2 Comments

  1. Debbie & Miss Ruby on November 18, 2021 at 9:38 am

    Older bro does not look happy!! Let the games begin.

  2. Jean Burkhardt on November 18, 2021 at 9:35 am

    There DOES seem to be a difference of opinion about the afternoon’s activities! Is Typhoon napping OR Roscoe P having a game? Who won Hu-Dad??

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