This guy.
He chooses Sundays to be all hipster. On the rest of the days, it's more likely you'll find him running around in sweat pants and a t-shirt, if he's wearing pants at all.
He gets the camera thing. He's good at showing his teeth.
I'm sort of smitten. But, you know. I don't have to deal with the temper and sass.
Goodness, he loves his dad. No matter that he slings him around like a rag doll.
And wide open spaces to run.
There's energy to be spent, and an empty ball field is a fine space to do it.
He found a baseball and played a little catch with his dad.
He gets tickled and it's my favorite laugh he's got.
In general, it's just good to be three.
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