"Yes. I finally brought him out of the house. It IS Father's Day." Meanwhile Prince SquashyLegsMuffinFace WOULD LIKE TO BE OPERATING UNDER HIS OWN POWER THANK YOU SO MUCH.
"I AM NOT ENTIRELY SURE WHAT YOU DID NOT UNDERSTAND WHEN I INDICATED THAT I WOULD LIKE TO BE DOWN NOW PLEASE MOTHER WHY ARE YOU FORSAKING ME."
Whereas I would like to note that I have figured out why I have such fondness for Kate, and it's that neither one of us ever saw a nautical-striped shirt we didn't buy. Not ever.
I appreciate that George here seems to grasp the GRAVITY OF SPORT. Trying to hit a ball with a mallet on an enormous animal is racing about with you on top of it IS SERIOUS BIZNESS.
I think these are same little overalls as he wore when they left Australia. I have a weakness for wee overalls on tiny peoples. It's the polar opposite of the feeling I have about overalls on grown peoples.
THAT WAS AMUSING BUT THERE IS SOMETHING OVER THERE I MUST EAT GOODBYE."
"MOTHER THIS APPEARS TO BE AN ITEM I NEED TO CHEW AND ALSO HIT PEOPLE WITH PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME GIVE IT TO ME NOW PLEASE."
"HELLO. THE RUMORS ARE TRUE. I AM WALKING. I AM WALKING OVER THERE PLEASE. OVER THERE. THERE. NOW." Ten buck (pounds, sorry) that the sippy cup Kate is holding has Cheerios in it. These are the Cheerios years. I clearly remember coming home once from visiting Heather's twins at this age and finding Cheerios in my bra.
"HYDRATE ME NOW PLEASE DADDY THANK YOU."
I enjoy that William's horse appears to approve.
He is just undeniably squashy. (The baby. Not William. Not exactly.)
I am not sure who this little girl is -- I am sure one of you will know; is it Savannah Phillips? -- but I believe the only appropriate caption for this photo is WHEEEEEEE.
GOOD SHOW, GEORGE. CONGRATS. COME BACK TO THE HOUSE. I HAVE A GOAT I'D LIKE YOU TO MEET.