Winged Baby on the Loose.

 I walked into the playroom not expecting anything out of the ordinary and then I noticed a flurry of pink. Peter was subjected to being the bearer of pink fairy wings. His siblings had strapped them on him and Peter walked around blissfully unaware. My favorite was when he decided to kneel and read his books. This just cracked me up.

reading his books

love that laugh!


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