This little guy keeps me on my toes.
I know to just follow the toy debris and gold fish cracker crumbs if I want to find him.I came downstairs from changing over the laundry to find Jonas rolling around in pile of boy stuff.
Rolling, giggling. Rolling, kicking. Rolling, throwing. A few car noises were even made in between each set.I had to capture him in his element. His boy bubble of imagination, destruction and debris.
Boys are fun.