A Portrait Of My Son At Seventeen Months

Dog lover.

Pants hater.

Dare devil (he scales up the tornado slides as well).

Wannabe chef.

Dance machine.

Park enthusiast.

Future Class Clown.

Heart breaker.

Book worm (he’s especially enamored with The Good Humor Man at the moment, we read it approximately a bajillion times a day).

Dirt wallower.

Totally has his mother wrapped around his pinky finger.