Cheeky Fellow

Matt and I arrived at Walmart last Saturday, only to find that Alex had quickly applied his war paint to both cheeks before we could protest and have him scrub it off. Oh well, at least we fit in at Walmart.
Later that night I told him to go get in the bathtub and while walking past the bathroom, I did a double take. He apparently had had the time to graffiti his other set of cheeks as well. I almost could not hold in the laughter. I found Matt and told him, "Don't laugh, but go check out Alex in the tub." He was dying. Of all the available canvas of skin, who pulls their pants out to try and jam a marker down at that awkward angle? What a strange bird we have. I was extremely tempted to take a picture, but I didn't want it to come back and haunt him for life.

Also, he swallowed his first lost tooth amongst some apple , but thankfully there was another loose one to follow and this one did not go down the hatch.