It’s being waged with bedtime.
“He has your fire,” Lucy whispers, peeling a melted crayon off the ceiling.
He has finally met his match. And his name is Gru Jr.
When Gru Jr. screams at 3 AM for no reason? He is sounding the alarm.
It’s being waged with bedtime.
“He has your fire,” Lucy whispers, peeling a melted crayon off the ceiling.
He has finally met his match. And his name is Gru Jr.
When Gru Jr. screams at 3 AM for no reason? He is sounding the alarm.
It’s being waged with bedtime.
“He has your fire,” Lucy whispers, peeling a melted crayon off the ceiling.
He has finally met his match. And his name is Gru Jr.
When Gru Jr. screams at 3 AM for no reason? He is sounding the alarm.