Tell me how you really feel

Tonight, Hank and I took the boys to the park for a change. We had dinner under the pavilion and let them play well past sundown. It was nice. No one was at the park except us. As we were headed to the pavilion to eat, Tres picked a weed. I guess he thought it was a dandelion, because he was blowing on it like he expected it to blow away. When nothing happened, he got this look of disgust on his face, threw the weed on the ground, and said, "Piece of crap!"



I took this picture of Tres the other night after his bath. He has been doing this fake laugh thing lately where he sort of forces a laugh out, followed by "That's the funniest thing I never heard!"