I was looking back through the pictures we've taken over the last year and a half. Some made it to the blog and some didn't. This is one of the pictures that didn't because his eyes look a little evil, but it still evokes a fond memory.
Every night when I used to get home, I'd call up from the basement.
"Papa's Home!", I'd yell at the top of my lungs.
Within a few seconds, I'd get this look.
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