post three: the tool shed. all i did was ask pace to stand next to max. that was too big a request, especially after asking him to hold max in his lap by the fountain! poor pace was in meltdown mode. i love how max is just hanging out, sporting the 1930s thug look. at least we got a couple of dimpled smiles. i also think it's hilarious how max's neck and chin swallow his bow tie. uncle christian would be proud of max's bubble-blowing ability.
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