he pokes out his tongue
I wrote this a little while ago about my husband. But here is his younger son at the kitchen table.
Years ago, when he was working with us, he would make things during lunch break. Mostly he made them out of milk coffee cartons in those days, but really anything at hand: bits of paper, advertising brochures, match boxes. They were often accompanied with elaborate stories and would have me in hysterics of laughter. Then they would go in the bin. I haven’t a single one of them amongst my kid’s memorabilia. Not even a photograph. Log Man is the closest I have. Mik was about nine.
So I got out my camera quick smart when he started playing with lettuce. May I present: Lettuce Man