Art class, with his favorite art teacher in the world:
A little shopping for dinner:
And some dirt on his nose (actually, I think that's pencil from art class, but it's cute whatever it is):
Life at six-almost-seven is so good, especially for Two. He has had his bumps in the road, but he has none of the "existential angst" that plagues his older brother (there's something to write about someday!), and therefore cruises through life with a lot of good times and relatively little care.
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