Feel The Eyes

The curse of having a little brother who adores you is he is always watching. So, Typhoon, do you feel the eyes as you nap?

He's watching me, isn't he? - feel the eyes
He’s watching me, isn’t he?

His Royal Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey has so many problems. The Hu-Dad, of course, is taking photos and disturbing his nap, but a bigger issue looms. His bestest buddy ever, Roscoe P., waits for the nap to be over so wrestling can began. He’s patient, but he’s there. Can you feel the eyes, Typhoon?

3 Comments

  1. Debbie & Miss Ruby on May 8, 2022 at 8:38 am

    Poor Typhoon has to nap with his eyes open!!

  2. HokiePack on May 8, 2022 at 8:28 am

    I spy a Sibe tormenting his brother ?

  3. Jean Burkhardt on May 8, 2022 at 7:31 am

    Typhoon-your brother Roscoe P just LOVES you. There’s a poem called The Eyes Of Love and that’s what they are so try and keep that in mind!!!

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