This is Grey's pot. He thinks it's a chair...or something. He likes to eat the dirt and chew on the sad little plant that tries so hard to thrive in it (I think it's a peach tree seedling that Anna and I planted last year).
Grey: Get outta my face, woman.
Anna: Grey! Say cheese and look at Mom! (I didn't teach them the "cheese" thing)
Anna: Grey! Say cheese and look at Mom! (I didn't teach them the "cheese" thing)
Grey: Woman, if you don't get outta my face...!!
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I love the expression on his face in the top two pictures. He's all business.
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