Dave asked me to revise this image with a little added text. Apparently, when he saw these images side by side he immediately thought that the left image image represented what Zachary looks like when he's with me and the right is what's he's like with him. Mama's little angel. Daddy's little devil. Or at least that's how he put it. He has his sweet boy innocent face when he's with his Mama. Then I leave the room, and then it's time to wreak havoc. I maintain that he's the sweetest, funniest, happiest baby ever though. He, like me, is probably just bored of watching Ancient Aliens and every episode of the Universe six million times when he's with Daddy. Just kidding honey. But really, I hate space. It's terrifying. The end.
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