Made Guy

Rainer in his sweatsuit. Primed for a day of chewing on his thumb and listening to the rooster that now lives in our backyard. I'm not kidding. A rooster. It's tethered to a tree in our neighbor's garden. They're new to the neighborhood, and I'm guessing they haven't read their Homeowner's Association pamphlet.
Runny nose, a bit of drool, and his thumb. All the boy needs.

This is the face Rainer makes between his sly smirk and his happy howl. It's maybe my favorite face, finally captured for public consumption.