Thursday, August 10, 2006

ETC: A Face That Only a Mother Could... Uh...

Why do I have the feeling that I have the kid that other parents are someday going to talk about in disapproving whispers?

This isn't the cherub I came home from the hospital with. I have no idea why he's making that face, but I do know this: if I ever find myself standing next to the banister on the upper landing of our palatial manor and I see Sam driving toward me at full speed on his Hot Wheels? I'm getting the hell out of the way.

What's that? You want a close-up? All righty.

Let me know if you want a print of this in poster size for over your bed. I'm taking orders.

6 comments:

restlessly said...

I think he looks adorable. But I can totally see him sassing you with that face when he's a bit older.

Are you serious about taking orders?

Anne-Marie said...

I gotta say, I laughed when I took that picture. I just knew it was gonna be a doozy (doozey? douzi?).

Doppelganger said...

Heh, Nat. Are you serious about wanting one?

Anne-Marie, I knew as soon as you sent me that pic that it was destined for blog fame. Why is it that you always take the best pictures of Sam? I guess for starters you always have a camera, and I never do. I could start remedying things there, I suppose...

Claire said...

Hee, that's quite a cute photo, in a baring-my-teeth-in-toddler-esque- rage/confusion/randomness. Viva Sam!

White Trasherati said...

Are you sure he's not just talking like a pirate?

Aaargh, matey.

Which is totally normal in a toddler, right? Right?

Dave said...

That's a soccer hooligan in the making, right there.