So I cut the pizza up for the little ones and, upon finishing, take a look and think to myself, "There's a quilt in there somewhere." And then think to myself, "I must take a picture immediately and blog about that." And don't tell me you haven't done, or at least considered doing, the same thing.
Is he a man in the making or what? In his pj's, lounging, feet on his creative "footrest", and ready for the Super Bowl to begin. All that's missing is a frosty sippy cup of ice cold milk.