All Boy

I love this picture of my dad as a young boy. Bettye tells a lot of funny stories about him walking around Germanton with frogs and snakes in his pockets and a pack of dogs on his heels. He told me yesterday that he did exactly what he wanted.

I think that Oliver also has this tendency towards being all boy. Today, he tore the top of this faux laptop, which is really a fancy chalkboard. And then this afternoon he ripped the leg off of Lucy’s glasses right before my eyes. What am I going to do with him? Maybe he needs a dog.