Autumn is my season; I love the colours, I love “sweater weather,” I love it all. Of course, if you are four-years-old, there is something extraordinary for you in EVERY season:
You May Also GLOAT Over Your Grandpa With Impunity
Documenting the complete, unadulterated joy of a four-year-old isn’t half bad, either. AND I now have a potential blackmail picture of my Father – a lucky shot STRAIGHT up his nose. He saw it and about died. Hey – I’m going to derive pleasure from what I can.