This morning began, in typical fashion, with cleaning Judah's breakfast up off the already atrociously stained dining room carpet.

"But. Mamaaaa, it was a accididn't!"

"Yes, I know. You are just an accident walking around on two legs, aren't you?"

*contemplative pause*

"Well... sometimes... sometimes," holding up his arms, with hands tucked into too long sweatshirt sleeves, "...sometimes I walks around on my robot arms instead."




I think he's "Frog Man" in this picture....