Thursday, July 16, 2009

Thirteen


He would tell complete strangers that his parents didn't love him because they wouldn't give him a baby brother. We showed him, I guess.


Back in the day, he prefered a very clean cut look. He could eat an entire bowl of rice at 12 months old without spilling a single grain.

Henry taught him about getting messy. To this day, he still doesn't enjoy it.

A city street in the background, which is how he prefers it (and continuously reminds us that country life isn't for him). And his music should be from this century, thank-you-very-much.


He's the funniest person I know.

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