The boys and I made a cake for Valentine's Day. (If you read our blog regularly, you'll notice that we use any kind of occasion as an excuse for cake, including the end of Daylight Savings and sometimes days that end in 'y.') Luke was a big fan of the cake.
He sucked every last morsel of frosting off his fingers.
But he forgot about the back of his fists. And he couldn't reach (or see) the big glob on his nose.
Still, he knew he was darn cute and posed willingly for his close-up. "Cheese!" :)
1 comment:
Luke and I are on the same page. Cake does actually equal good. In fact, I believe that's a sophisticated math equation not to be taken lightly.
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