|yes, this sweet little face can be bad.|
Not only did he keep talking throughout the performance, he did so during the pledge of allegiance, the presentation of the colors, the introduction of the guest director and so on and so on.
He finally quieted down when I gave him a pencil and paper to color with when all of a sudden he handed me his pencil and
I liked to died.
I was wearing a v-neck dress that I had complained about my boobs trying to poke out of, and apparently Sawyer heard me and somehow misconstrued.
I decided I had enough pictures, picked him up, and practically ran out the door of the auditorium with him screaming, "WHY ARE WE LEAVING? WHERE ARE GOING?" the whole way.
He is definitely his father's child.