Besides, if I were playing favorites, don't you think I'd choose the offspring that wipes their own ass?
Our little wood sprite, sporting new duds from Grammie (who also gets the photo credit).
Rob's Tennessee orange hat that is now too small (due to washing, I think, not his head swelling). Vesper loves it and tries to put it on herself, and will wear it willingly for up to a full minute or two.
Some of the Halloween crew. We loaded up on chili and cornbread with our neighbors, then hit the streets. Those boys aren't excited at all.