He's also crazy.
Somehow, piles and piles of dirt ended up all over our couches and table and kitchen floor this morning while I was making crepes for the kiddos. The only one awake was the little guy. How he scattered piles of dirt all over the farmhouse in two minutes flat? I have no idea.
The Cowboy calls him Little Ninja. Half the stuff he pulls off is a total mystery. We have no idea how most things in this house actually go down.
He's a tricky, tricky white boy.
And he loves to wear everybody's shoes, except his own.
This crazy, crazy kid.