| | I got pasta sauce on my hands. | |
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| | | It's my special control pod for destroying the Universe. Obviously. | |
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| | Daddy helps me build a tower. | |
| | | And I fit inside. I could be a Lego. | |
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| | | | Yeah, baby! I'll take a bath later. | |
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| | Getting ready to go outside. | |
| | | | Seems silly to bundle this much, considering it's 40 degrees out... | |
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| | | I must investigate further. | |
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| | That wasn't yellow, right? | |
| | | | Me and Daddy in the snow. | |
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| | Gazing over the frozen tundra. | |
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