is a single mama in the city, super-savvy editor, writer, video host and shameless shoe whore.
Right after Lil E requested some kind of preschool version of a pro-wrestler photo shoot
Monday, May 18, 2009 To be fair, the shirt was doused in whole milk and the kid absolutely CANNOT have a drop of wetness on him without whining to change his clothes. I know that's hard to believe when you check out the muscley toughness this kid exudes.
I like to say he's one 3T ribbed t-shirt away from being a metrosexual. But the truth is, it's more like four apple juice and plum lavender yogurt-dripped 3T ribbed t-shirts away from threaded eyebrows and a pedicure special punch card. Just please don't tell him he's that close to fancy. Or at least don't tell him until this photo shoot is wrapped.
In between PB&J and apple slices and t-ball practice, he whipped off his whole milked shirt and launched into a series of flex poses. He could have asked for a spray tan touch up and some extra deadlift weights. But no, he asked me to take some pictures.
I obliged. I'm just that kind of responsive mama. That, and I could totally egg him on from behind the lens. These photos are what transpired. [After the jump, of course.]
"Look, Mommy, I am so tough."
"See, Mommy! See that? See what I can do with my big muscles?"
"HI-YAH! Take that!"
Then some kind of breakdancing move.
Followed by some weird Jim Morrison thing.
A brief lapse into a sing-songy, high-pitched "Ohhhh, I am a giiiirrrrl! La la la!"
And a request to take picture of him simultaneously sniffing his armpits and poking his bellybutton, which was apparently hilarious and a sign that he is a very talented multi-tasker.
A last bit of chest-beating posturing.
Finally, back to the half-nakey sweet boy I know and love (do note the finger is still in the bellybutton).
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