Who needs a puppy (or a mop for that matter) when you have a crawling baby to clean the floor?
That's right, his lunch was scrambled eggs that fell on the floor from breakfast. I'm an exceptional mother.
And if Brother is getting his picture taken... well, of course Older Brother doesn't like to be left out.
Yes his shirt says, "Mr Mischief." I snapped that sucker up at a thrift store. It is easily my favorite. Because it's my life.