Ragged Kid at the park.
The stripped clothing, the stolen soda can and the sticky orange mustache. It's always Rex who winds up looking like a filthy little hobo on whatever playdate we manage to make. Sometimes I wonder why I bother dressing or putting him "together" at all, as it never lasts more than an hour. At best.
Thanks to Denise, for capturing him (and us) in our natural habit.
Oh Rex . . .
