Pointing to where daddy's electric razor goes.

This is where we all eat breakfast together (the monster truck, Lightning, Caleb and myself).

He loves to put our boots on. He's found mine and one is on forward, the other backwards. When we told him to smile because we were taking a picture, he stopped and folded his arms.

Using utmost concentration to eat his ice cream cone. He had a rad ice cream goatee going on...