Is it bad that this picture makes me smile? Okay it's a little beyond smiling. It makes me feel ALIVE! I almost break out in nose flaring, eyes watering, stomach aching laughter every time I see it. Maybe it's because Cinnamon actually half chewed out my eye with the kind of rage you see there on her face. I saw all like, 5 years flash before my eyes when she came at me that day. Was she justified? Sure. Did she smell? Absolutely! But no, that's not the reason it makes me so happy. It just is what it is. Matt gettin' all up in a rabid dog's face as she finally, FINALLY loses it after probably only about 2 seconds of adorable kid play time. Matt, the squirrely kid who by the look on his face, enjoyed a little too much bringing out this emotion in a dog, and Cinnamon, the devil in the smelly fur coat who lived next door. Yin and Yang coming together for a rare beautiful moment. Perfection. Now I only wish I could pan to the left and see the look on Dad's face. His hairy elbow is like the "Where's Waldo" in that picture. Maybe it's that awesome, scratchy, plaid couch that helps it? It's like camo for the hairy man. Anyway, I digest. Long story short, those were the days...

So basically this is how it went, I was changing a dirty diaper of his, once again, and I says to myself, I says, "Why the heck am I doing all the work around here?" So I takes off his footy pajamas and I says,"son from now on, you need to earn yo keep! I want you to mow that lawn so well that I can see my face in it!" And you know what? You know what? He did. And after I actually saw the part that had my face in it, I had to throw it back over the neighbors fence. It's their dog! Seriously, anyone ever hear of a "pooper scooper" ? Sheesh!