While making breakfast a few mornings ago, I was greeted by this, this, pencil eared martian.
I was going to type freak, but that doesn't sound so nice.
This is my 8 year old baby.
He likes to help me cook.
He loves grilled chicken and raw red bell peppers.
He likes to tote large guns and weapons about the house.
I feel so safe and protected.
He's very creative and imaginative and loves to make things with paper and tape.
He's a lot like his zany older brother, L2. But he's not a foodie.
And it's a really really good thing he's so cute.
Perplexed at times,
The Lunch Lady