I should have known something was up when I took this picture right around the time he was two. Look at him; food all over his face, grinning like a maniac, and squeezing food in his hand like he's straight out of the Congo.
Yesterday Trot came home from school and proceeded to tell his Mom, after she asked him what he did at school that day, and I quote:
"We made a soccer ball out of wood and kicked it around the room, then made a football out of flowers and threw it to each other outside, then we played tag."
When Ang called his bluff and said she would call his teacher he responded with the following.
"OK. We DIDN'T do that. I just wish that was what we did".
Maybe he'll be a fiction writer.
Or a politician.
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