I love my youngest. No inhibitions when it comes to dressing up and playing a game. This particular game is called blindfold. Yeah, ok not the most imaginative name but at least you know what the game entails by the name. *mother if you look at the bottom of the pictures you can go forward/backward or stop the slide show at any picture, or you can just wait and it’ll start again.* Yes I post personal messages to my mother on my blog, she’s no spring chicken, this internet thingie can be confusing I’m just being a nice daughter. Well to be fair, probably calling her ‘no spring chicken’ wasn’t what would be considered ‘nice’ but at least I didn’t say she’s 82!
Of course once the blindfold is off he looks like he’s about to break out into a Jane Fonda aerobics montage which is perfect. And by perfect I mean fun for me to take pictures for the entire world to see. Must stop blogging as I’m finishing up the beret and if i stop knitting for any amount of time, Mr. Magoo gives me the side-eye.