Some quick pictures of Clark's various Halloween activities.
At his daycare parade. He's leaning in to tell Mommy that another friend in his class is also a Power Ranger. Yes, that calls for a stage whisper.
A masterpiece. That's linework along the likes of Charles Schulz right there.
What's funny about this is that the whole class made little anthropomorphic candy corn creatures, but only Clark's has the universal "Meh" face. When they were all hanging up on display in the classroom, it was sunny smile, sunny smile, sunny smile, sunny smile, sour disapproval, sunny smile.
So this is either an early indicator of nonconformist snark or lifelong self-esteem issues, I can't tell yet.
The other day he woke up from his afternoon nap and went to the potty all by himself. I found him on the toilet, dutifully peeing. The things he just does now would have been hopelessly out of reach even six months ago. Three is a wonderful age.
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