Monday, 5 August 2013

Spanish Night

I was watching Puppynap cook dinner, he was cooking something called Tapas but he took so long that I feel asleep, he said tonight was going to be Spanish night.


Then all of a sudden he came and woke me up by rocking my shoulder to say we needed to go and get Daddy.


It was Spanish night Daddy came home and we played Matador, Ole!