Chez Sawyer

"Hey, Sawyer, what'cha doing?"

I just love this little face.

He's very busy.
And cute.
And munchable.

I can't stand it.

Today he hurt his heel somehow and came to me saying,
"Mom, my foot elbow hurts."

I really can't stand it.

"Hey Sawyer, is your restaurant open for business yet?"

I see the makings of a fine menu.  

Condiments and wood screws.  

I've eaten worse.