Two evenings ago, Jonathan decided we needed to have a parade. Participating in the parade were a fire truck, a dump truck, some Pottery Barn blocks and a stick pony.
Marching was, of course, involved.
I was not paying attention to the parade at one point and then looked over because I felt like someone was staring at me:
And then I received this look accompanied with a command to carry the blocks. It's hard work being a parade grand master.
Guess who is currently ruling this house??
2 days ago