The best thing about this picture is he didn't even care that I was taking it. He did notice me. He just smiled and said, "hey mom." How I adore four year olds. Think I might file this picture under blackmail.jpg
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5 comments:
Lol. Reminds me of Spencer and his Leapster!
that is an adorable picture!
cute picture! More importantly, I have that same shower curtain!!!
This photo is priceless! I remember when our Scott was little (he's 27 now!), he used to love to have big, long chats while taking care of business.
The bike helmet is a nice touch! I think I may need to get a potty helmet for Reed...he keeps telling me to go, when he "goes" and I worry about him falling off!
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