Well, here I am at pre-school

We do a lot of fun things here!

We pile up the blocks. Don't forget your hard hat!

We play with slimy things, like cold pasta. Hmm... This makes me hungry. What's next??

Why, we eat, of course!

And we eat some more...

Once in a while, we get out face painted! Now you know why Dad always called me his Monster!

It's not all fun and games. There's hard work, too. Hey, this is a hard-hat-only zone! Back off! It's not safe!

Well, that's all for now. School's out for the day!

He's three feet tall and four years old.
and still believes that I can do no wrong.
When I get home at five o'clock
he's waiting with his {Celtics} jersey on.

I laugh cause he's just like his dad
He'll miss the ball and he'll get mad.
Thinks when he grows up he'll catch them all...

It's times like these
that I realize they don't stay little long...