Man, I wish this guy would stop following me around already.
I’m big and I’m tough and no one messes with me! Mommy, where are you????!
Mommy, will I always be bald like that funny looking man with the camera. I hope not!!
I know you’re growing up, but you’ll always be my baby. So sweetie listen . . .
Mirror, mirror on the pond, that’s sure the face of which I’m fond.
THIS WEEK FEATURES PICTURES FROM ONE MORNING AT THE LAKE IN TRADITION FLORIDA
Here’s looking at you, kid.
Slow down, mommy, I’m paddling as fast as my little feet allow.
So listen kids, those odd looking beasts up there are people. They can’t fly and talk a lot. Avoid them.
Okay, little guy, I’ll race you to the end of the pond. Ready? Loser buys the first round.
I know I put that key in here somewhere. Come on, where are you?