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.
I think he looks adorable. But I can totally see him sassing you with that face when he's a bit older.
ReplyDeleteAre you serious about taking orders?
I gotta say, I laughed when I took that picture. I just knew it was gonna be a doozy (doozey? douzi?).
ReplyDeleteHeh, Nat. Are you serious about wanting one?
ReplyDeleteAnne-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...
Hee, that's quite a cute photo, in a baring-my-teeth-in-toddler-esque- rage/confusion/randomness. Viva Sam!
ReplyDeleteAre you sure he's not just talking like a pirate?
ReplyDeleteAaargh, matey.
Which is totally normal in a toddler, right? Right?
That's a soccer hooligan in the making, right there.
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