The kids and I went grocery shopping last night while Brent spent the evening at Lowe's getting supplies for his window well project. I was so happy with how well the kids did--no screaming or meltdowns (except for Graham's squeals of laughter/frustration as Blake was trying to tickle him). When we were in the checkout line, a sweet checker came over from another line to talk to the kids. We struck up a conversation, and she finally said "Oh! This one's a little bit evil, isn't he?!" I looked down, and THIS is what I saw...
OH...MY...GOSH!!! Friends, we may have a demonic possession on our hands. What is this look???? This face from the child who usually looks like THIS:
The picture of him in the bib was taken just seconds after the "look" pictures were taken--I put the bib on and said "smile!" and he was his usual sweet self. The second picture is him with Roger's Porsche hat a few weeks ago. He loves that hat!!
Oh my...what's a mother to do?!