The photos start out relatively normal...
The kids taking the dogs for a run...
But then....
C made a pilates mat burrito out of Jack...
...and Gus.
Why?
I don't know.
Anyway, then the pictures revert back to (relatively) normal...
The boy helping The Princess with French homework....
Why isn't he wearing a shirt?
I don't know.
What can I tell you? We've adopted a strict policy of "pick your battles" and a version of "don't ask, don't tell" when it comes to our kids.
The girl keeps telling us she could be a model.
She isn't even 5 feet tall.
Miss Hollywood.
I saved the best for last though.
Irrefutable proof.
Indisputable evidence.
See?
I have absolutely nothing to say about this.
Except that he gets it from his father.
Obviously.
