At least once a day, I see this face:


He looks a little pensive.  A little unsure.  And who can blame him with a mother and sister like his.  Never know what’s going to happen around here.

Or is it anticipation?

I’m going with that.  Because I know, what he’s really hoping is that someone will walk by and do this:


And if someone does happen to walk by and throw something over his face, he takes his little hands and yanks it right off.

Just when you think you did something wrong, he takes his sweet little face and does this:


It makes it pretty impossible to walk by his chair without starting the whole process all over again.