Saturday, November 22, 2008

Where's Mason?

It starts with an eerie silence. I usually find myself wrapped up in NPR as I unload the dishwasher and then realize, I don't know where Mason is. I can't hear him playing. So, I start walking around the house calling, "Where's Mason?"

He responds with a stifled giggle.

Then I spot him. (Though I must say his hiding spots are pretty clever.)


Glenda said...

Now that is the Mason face I love best!

Claudia said...

I swear that kid just keeps getting cuter and cuter!

Adamo said...

Mason's a sly dog. Hope he'll be nice to our little Claire.

laurel said...

Hee Hee hee! He is precious.