I vaguely remember when I was little that I loved this position too. I would stand like this with my head cocked to the side and watch tv. I'd wear my black tracksuit that i called my spidersuit. hmmmm, the intrigues of inheritance. anyway, it's not the most flattering photo for someone with such juicy thighs (we call 'em hamhocks) but Dace wears his baby fat proudly, without a care in the world. The mosquitoes find him tasty. Note the red bugbite.
He did this again this morning with a pensive look on his face like he was seriously contemplating pushing over into a summersault.
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