He's saying cheese as he's throwing his head way back. He's sweet. He's always happy.
But, his happy is a very loud happy.
(and yes, the house was a wreck that day.
But it was before we did our office re-org,
so it's not like that now :-)
...where the sun sets as I sip sweet tea, and the fireflies are as close as it gets to street lamps. Peace and quiet...ahhh...except for the sounds of the three animals- eh-hem, boys- running wild.
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