Three-Six-Five

Saw this face on my little cousin-in-law and couldn’t resist.  After a long night of kickball, skateboarding, using the swing as a centrifuge, launching the neighbor’s doll with our home made catapult, and fighting zombies in the cornfields bordering their home, I couldn’t tell if he was begging for me not to stop playing or to stop playing.

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