This boy.
I took this picture on our way to Blackshear over Spring Break...and I was driving (Eric was in the suburban). Coleman was only happy when I was touching him. As soon as I moved my hand away to make a turn or change the radio or scratch my nose, he was fussing. Seems he knew what the title of this post was going to be ... based on the face he's making. Such a sweet, rotten thing.
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