Photos like these remind my head to think nice things
about these miniature people–
lest the only thought in my brain regarding them be,
“Horton hears a tinkle, but what age do y’all need to be before the pee actually goes into the toilet instead of getting mopped up by my pasty white heinie when it hits the seat?”
They have made me Human Charmin, so they do well to pump up the cuteness on occasion and save their own sorry asses.