Zoo!

Collin had so much fun at the zoo today that he decided to run away from us and live there. Fine by us.
Just kidding, of course. We were reunited and he has decided that he would, of course, like to live with us until we are legally allowed to kick his behind out at eighteen. It's eighteen, right? He's being a pain lately and if it's really two, I'd like to know about it.

You might wonder why we have almost no pictures of such a wonderful day at the zoo. He was actually extraordinarily well-behaved; so much so, that he got a whole pack of animal crackers in the car on the way home! Anyway, it is because a two year old at the zoo moves at approximately the speed of light. At least this one does. I could show you the dozens of pictures I have of me, or Bryon smiling and Collin's leg at the edge of the frame. Would those interest you?

And no, no he didn't crash in the car on the way home. I'm beginning to wonder who's sneaking into our house in the morning, feeding this kid sugar smacks and crack and spiking his milk with speed because he's become a complete lunatic of late. Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! You're killing your parents, Collin!