Isn't She The Cutest Quotes

So I’ve had the pleasure of watching these two little rascals grow up.” As Aunt Teeta passed the table, she gave Gage’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “Isn’t this Gage just the cutest thing?” Shaking his head, Gage flushed slightly and tried to concentrate on his scrambled eggs. “And those dimples,” Aunt Teeta teased. “Aren’t they just precious?” Before Gage could ward him off, Etienne leaned over and pinched his cheek. “Just precious. Cute and precious.” “Cut it out,” Gage mumbled, lowering his head.

How many weeks is Catherine now? Probably too far along to fly, huh?” Thirty-seven weeks. Much too far along to fly. And my dread grew with every day that passed, knowing I’d soon have to deal with a bumbling idiot who was very much not her on a daily basis. “Catherine’s pregnant?” Elise straightened, pinning me, followed by Weston, with a glare. “Neither of you told me. Why is that?” Weston’s fingers curled around her bicep. “I didn’t realize it was something you’d want to know.” I lifted a shoulder. “You’ve only met her a couple times.” Elise rolled her eyes. “So? She’s important to you, isn’t she?” I hesitated to agree, but she wasn’t wrong. Catherine kept me running on a daily basis, and she was so easy to be around. I spent more time with her than any of my previous assistants. “Yes, she is,” I admitted. “Then I want to buy her a gift.” Elise turned to Saoirse. “What are you doing after this? We need to shop for the baby.” Saoirse rubbed her hands together. “Yes, we absolutely do. I know the cutest little shop nearby. What’s she having, Elliot? Boy or girl?” “I have no idea.” Saoirse’s mouth dropped then snapped shut. “Why am I not surprised you haven’t asked? If it doesn’t make money or help you conquer the world, it isn’t on your radar.

Look at what we got!” he exclaimed proudly. His two-and-a-half-year-old daughter stood in a ballerina dress holding a tiny little animal. A pig, actually. A pig? Her name was Miss Sprinkles. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. “Is that real?” I asked. “Sure,” said Chad. “My wife’s mom bred them. There are more. I’m sure she’d give you one.” “Well…” “They’re miniatures. They only grow to be twenty pounds. They potty-train. They are so easy.” “Potty-train?” Long story short--I ended up getting one for Angel. I suggested we name her Hammy Wynette. Angel picked Roxie instead. When she’s bad, it’s Baby Bacon. People tell you that pigs are the fourth-smartest mammal, that they’re affectionate and easy to live with. But what they don’t say is that they squeal as loud as a freight train when they are little. What do you do when life isn’t crazy enough? Get a pig!