That's My Boy

If you've ever visited my house you know where the laundry room is. If you haven't, let me just say that it's tucked away in a small room where I can't hear my family. It's where I hide to eat my chocolate and peanut butter. I can't hear when the boys are looking for me if I'm in there. And often they can't hear me -- or so they claim.

So when I say Mason made an abrupt entrance and startled me, I literally mean he was standing before me before I heard him coming, then shouted, "I like ice cream." Just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone. Arguably the truest, most deserving statement he's ever made. That's my boy!

PHOTO NOTE: A fine example of how mad Mason gets when I take pictures of him.