My little man in his natural habitat.
We took him trick or treating for the first time this year.
At the first house, the little guy tried to barge through the door like he owned the place. The next stop he attempted to forcefully steal the entire plastic pumpkin of treats out of the hosts hands.
After that he got the idea.
I mean he really got the idea. He worked those people like a champ.
He seems to innately sense when being super cute will get him extra stuff (and just about everybody threw something extra in his bag after his super sweet thank you).
He's already got flirting down to an art form. I'm afraid to even think about what it might be like once my little Casanova hits high school.
The holidays are so much more fun when you have kids. I can't wait for Christmas.