nashville

Lil' Man decided to put his sunglasses on Daddy. He still has no idea what a lame dweeb I am. Still a few years until I get an embarassed 'Daaaaaaaaad, stop it'. Not that I will. In fact, I'll continue, till the day I die, doing stuff like....

Toddler brains, to be precise. Lil' Man doesn't seem too impressed with Daddy zombie's attempts to get his precious gray matter. Maybe if I didn't do that schtick so often?

I was holding the newborn while trying to type an email for work. Then lil' man decided to hop onto my lap. He is two now, so there wasn't much in the way of negotiating. "Bob. Bob. Bob,Bob,Bob. BOB!" That is his 'subtle' way of telling me he wants to visit the Bob The Builder website. Typing one-handed, I finished the email with an incredibly patient toddler chanting his hero's name. Mamma came in and snapped a picture.