This is my youngest child, after I got through with him. Such a happy boy, always smiling. Except this time. This time he’s actually reaching up at me roaring, trying to rip into my flesh. And if you think thats spaghetti sauce and spaghetti bits around his mouth and on his clothes … well … you would be correct.
It did make for an easy time to photoshop him into what you see now. The original image wasn’t saved, but I’m sure you get the idea.
